" And she
threw herself down once more and sobbed afresh.
Margaret knelt beside the bed, put her hand appealingly on the
girl's shoulder. "Can you forgive me, Selina?" said she. "There's
no excuse for me except that I've had so much hard luck, and
everything seems to be going to pieces under me."
Selina stopped sobbing. "I told a story when I came to you and
said I'd had three years' experience," moaned she, not to be
outdone in honorable generosity. "It was only three months as
lady's maid, and not much of a lady, neither."
"I don't in the least care," Margaret assured her. "I'm not
strictly truthful myself at times, and I do all sorts of horrid
things."
"But that's natural in a lady," objected Selina, "where there
ain't no excuse for me that have only my character."
Margaret was careful not to let Selina see her smile in
appreciation of this unconsciously profound observation upon life
and morals. "Never mind," said she; "you're going to be a good
maid soon. You're learning quickly."
"No, no," wailed Selina. "I'm a regular block-head, and my hands
is too coarse."
"But you have a good heart and I like you," said Margaret. "And I
want you to forgive me and like me.
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