THE APPLE TREE GIRL
I'll run up and help you pack as soon as I get this other dress done."
Charlotte had to pass through the hall to go upstairs.
Margaret heard her and swung around on the piano stool. She was wearing a pink-and-white-striped skirt and a washable-silk blouse and, especially in comparison with her mother in the kitchen, she looked refreshingly sweet and cool. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"Upstairs," said Charlotte.
"What are you going to do?"
"Pack."
"Then you're really going to that hole?"
"Yes, I'm really going—to that hole—and earn my own living in that hole, if you want to know."
Margaret laughed. "I was telling Willis about it last night," she said. "He says the only people at Marlin
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