Alex looked round her with bewilderment. A convent cell was no smaller than this, and presented a greater aspect of space from its bareness.
"Is there a sitting-room?" she inquired.
"Not separate to this—no, Miss. Bed-sitting-room, this is called. Small, but then I suppose you'd be out all day."
For a moment Alex wondered why.
"But meals?" she asked feebly.
"Would it be more than just the breakfast and supper, and three meals on Sunday?"
Alex did not know what to answer, and Mrs. Hoxton surveyed her.
"Where are you working, Miss? Anywhere near?"
"I'm not working anywhere—yet."
Mrs. Hoxton's manner changed a little.