“She’s signaling for us to wait,” observed Penny. “I guess she wants to talk with us.”
The girls stepped into the doorway of a woodshed. In a moment Tillie slipped from the house, a coat thrown over her head.
“I hope old Fenestra doesn’t see me,” she greeted the girls nervously. “Let’s get out of sight.”
Penny and Louise followed her into the woodshed, closing the door.
“How long have you worked here?” the latter inquired curiously.
“Ever since I met you girls on the boat. I answered an advertisement the next morning and got this job.”
“Do you like it?” asked Penny. “I imagine farm work is hard.”
“The work is easy enough. But I hate the place! That’s why I wanted to talk with you. Do you know of anyone who needs a girl? I’ll work for very small wages.”
“I don’t know of anyone at the moment,” responded Penny.
“I can’t stay here much longer,” Tillie said, a note of desperation in her voice. “Mr. Fenestra is so overbearing and mean! He can’t bear noise either. If I as much as rattle a dish he berates me.”