"Why not?"
"Don't you remember what she said when we started out? Don't you know she said she was going to her brother's house because we called her a hired girl?"
For the moment Margery had forgotten, and now, at this sudden reminder, she was so overcome she had to sit down for a few moments and rest on the curbstone.
"Oh," she groaned, "you don't think she really meant it, do you, Willie? What'll I do if she's not there? There's no one else knows how to make me thr'up like Effie! She always does it for me. Why, I'll just die, I know I will, if she's not there!"
"I'm sorry, Margery, but even if she is there, I don't think she'll do anything for you this time. She's pretty mad at both of us."
"Willie Jones," Margery said, with sudden determination, "you've got to do something. You've just got to!"
"What?"
"You've got to apologize to Effie for calling her a hired girl."
"Well, ain't she a hired girl?" Willie protested.
It was the same question Margery had asked herself earlier in the day. Now, however, she was ready to answer it differently.