So I just believe I'll earn my own living and be self-supporting." This plan appealed to Marjorie's imagination.

It seemed grand and noble and heroic.

Moreover, she was very much in earnest, and in this crisp, early morning she felt braver and stronger than she had felt the night before.
"Yes," she thought on, "I ought to earn my living,--for I've no claim on Fa--on Mr.Maynard.Perhaps these people here can find me some work to do.

At any rate, I'll ask them." She jumped up, and dressed herself, for she heard Mr.and Mrs.Geary already in the kitchen.
"My stars!" said her hostess, as she appeared; "how peart you look! Slept good, didn't ye ?" "Fine!" said Midget; "good-morning, both of you.

Can't I help you ?" Mrs.Geary was transferring baked apples from a pan to an old cracked platter.