Caddy Buddy books

She wore a small hat of a dark velvety material; a white, loose blouse,
and what seemed a dark blue skirt. Round her neck hung an old-fashioned
link of coral beads. Her brow was low but broad, and her hair, brushed
back from the forehead, was bunched large behind, but not below, the
head. Her roving eyes, gradually overcoming the clinging gloom of the
place, were dark brown and unnaturally bright. Half open in an empty
smile, her lips disclosed white but somewhat irregular teeth. Seen
plainly in such surroundings, she was--to me--a pitiable and
undesirable creature. I did not like the looks of her now. The mental
image formed on the sound of her laughter was infinitely preferable to
the sight of her. She was, I fancied, some servant girl of a romantic
nature. I was right. "I don't care," she was saying, "I'll never go
back. Trust me. Had enough. Slavey for four bob a week. 'Taint good
enough. They said if I couldn't be in by arf past nine I'd find the
door locked. And I did! They c'n keep it locked."
"'S aw 'ri'. You go t'sleep 'ere wi' me.


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