"I don't know. She was here a little while ago."
"Well, I've looked all over the house, and I haven't seen her for an hour."
"It's her day to do the lamps. She'll get a scolding if she doesn't fill them."
"Who'll scold her? I never heard any one in this house scold."
"Well, Miss Dreen, for one, is very particular, and she said that she'd punish the next girl who neglected the lamps."
"Oh, well," said Maggie, "perhaps she won't be back in time to do them,—that is, if she has gone off anywhere."
"She hasn't any right to go off in the morning."
"I don't mind doing the lamps," said Maggie,—"that is, I'm not so very fond of doing them, but I'd just as lieves, and it will save Concetta a scolding. I don't mind a bit."
So Maggie set to work with a will. She filled the lamps, trimmed one or two wicks, put in one or two new ones, washed and polished the chimneys, and when they were finished set them on a large tray to be ready for evening.
"Well, that's more than I would do," said Haleema.