"Oh, no, not him. I don't want to see him." And her thoughts ran back to where they started from.
"It hasn't come lately," said Maggie, "it hasn't come for quite a long time."
"What hasn't come?"
"What I've been telling you—what I'm afraid of."
"It won't come, Maggie," he said quickly. (He might have been her father or the doctor.)
"If it does, it'll be worse now."
"Why should it be?"
"Because I can't get away from it. I've nowhere to go to. Other girls have got their friends. I've got nobody. Why, Mr. Majendie—think—there isn't a place in this whole town where I can go to for a cup of tea."
"You'll make friends."
She shook her head, guarding her little air of tragic wisdom.