“Maggie!” she piercingly whispered.
“Yes, mum,” came a voice.
“Are you dressed?”
“Yes, mum. I’m just coming.”
“Well, put on your muslin.” “Apron,” Mrs. Baines implied.
Maggie understood.
“Take these for tea,” said Mrs. Baines when Maggie descended. “Better rub them over. You know where the cake is—that new one. The best cups. And the silver spoons.”
They both heard a knock at the side-door, far off, below.
“There!” exclaimed Mrs. Baines. “Now take these right down into the kitchen before you open.”
“Yes, mum,” said Maggie, departing.