Stella Rosevelt — page 55: what you’re looking at

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~ BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT. 49 — Ve-es—if you must put it so, miss,” Mrs. Blunt admitted, reluctantly. ‘‘What wages am I to expect?” and the clear yOane voice rang with intense scorn. ‘« Wages?” ‘‘Yes, wages. What did she pay Maggie Flynn?” Star de- manded, with a bitter smile. ‘Six dollars a month; but—but I don't think madam _ has- thought about wages for you. She is to give you a home for what you can do; and besides what I have told you, you are to wait upon Miss Josephine, who is not sparing of her com- mands, either.” ‘“Who is Miss Josephine, pray?” ‘The young lady of the house—Mrs. Richards’ daughter.” ‘* How old is she?” ‘<Just turned eighteen.” ‘Two years my senior,” murmured Star, reflectively. ‘‘ Well, Mrs. Blunt,” she added, after a moment or two, and looking up with a clearer face, ‘‘show me to my room, please, and let me have a good bath, for I need refreshing sadly. If only I might have some clean underclothing to put on,” she added, wistfully. ‘“You shall,” the woman quickly returned. ‘‘I suppose madam never thought of it, and it is a shame. There, wait here,” she added, as she threw open the door of a small room on the front of the house in the third story, ‘‘and I will bring you a change of Miss Josephine’s. They will be a trifle too large, but never mind so that you’re comfortable. ” She sped away, and as Star removed her hat and shawl she looked about her. The room was very scantily furnished, but it was clean, and as there was only a single bed in it, she knew she was to have it to herself—a point which she congratulated herself upon, as GEomicbooks (EO)