"
"Oh, I don't blame them," she added. "It isn't a thing to be dismissed
with a toss of your head. I thought it all out. Don't know now what
decided me. Something inside me, I suppose."
Joan found herself poking the fire. "Have you known Mary Stopperton
long?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," answered the girl. "Ever since I've been on my own."
"Did you talk it over with her?" asked Joan.
"No," answered the girl. "I may have just told her. She isn't the sort
that gives advice."
"I'm glad you didn't do it," said Joan: "that you put up a fight for all
women."
The girl gave a short laugh. "Afraid I wasn't thinking much about that,"
she said.
"No," said Joan. "But perhaps that's the way the best fights are
fought--without thinking."
Mary peeped round the door. She had been lucky enough to find the doctor
in. She disappeared again, and they talked about themselves. The girl
was a Miss Ensor. She lived by herself in a room in Lawrence Street.
"I'm not good at getting on with people," she explained.
Mary joined them, and went straight to Miss Ensor's bag and opened it.
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