I stepped after her and asked in a low voice: "Do you work in the mills ?" "Yes, when there's work." "What is your name ?" "Maggie--" "Well, Maggie," I said, "let's be friends." She looked around at me curiously, questioningly.
"And friends," I said, "should know something about each other.

You see I am a farmer from the country.

I used to live in a city myself, a good many years ago, but I got tired and sick and hopeless.

There was so much that was wrong about it.

I tried to keep the pace and could not.