“Don’t you go by looks,” I said, “I’m stronger than you think.”
Then I thanked her, and went to No. 118 Great Porter Square, and knocked at the door.
[CHAPTER XV.]
IN WHICH BECKY CONTINUES HER LETTER AND RELATES HOW SHE OBTAINED THE SITUATION AT NO. 118.
I had to wait a little while before my knock was answered, and then I heard, in a woman’s voice,
“Who’s there?”
“A girl,” I replied. “I heard you were in want of one.”
“Are you alone?”