Lucy was impressed. "Why can't we sit here?" The bundles were heavy, even her red makeup box.
"Oh, I don't think we could. Anyway, it wouldn't be nice. Only men sit there."
Lucy looked up at the shade-drawn windows and a raindrop rolled into her mouth. "I wish we could stay at a hotel sometime—does it cost a lot?"
"Well yes, they charge by the night."
"Have we enough for a night?"
"I think just."
Mae looked worriedly at her tired darling, and decided to risk spending their money. Sunday wouldn't be a good day to find work. Perhaps she could find work tomorrow. Someone surely would want a dishwasher then.
"Let's find out how much it costs. We'd have a good rest—and get rid of Sunday."
Chapter 4
THE GIRLS IN THE NEXT ROOM
The luxury of a room with private bath was worth every bit of three dollars for two. Oblivious of the surface-clean drab-pattemed shoddiness of the room, Lucy poked about discovering delightedly unexpected extras.
"Look, a telephone! Who can we call up? Maybe I'll call Miss Klemper later, or Miss Shaver. Wouldn't she be surprised! Look at these cute bars of soap and four towels. For goodness sake, look at this writing paper. Let's see, who can I write a letter to? Let's take the paper and soap with us—here's a bottle opener and a spittoon. What's this book? A Bible! Why do they have that here? I think that's funny, don't you?"
Lucy's remark twinged Mae's conscience. Lucy shouldn't say that about the Bible. It might even be bad luck. Perhaps she should have done something about Lucy's religious training. But on Sundays she was so tired and, what with sewing, washing, and ironing—besides, she didn't need a preacher's help to tell Lucy right from wrong. Look
