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74 her a drink she couldn't swallow, and then I called to her—I couldn't stand it any longer—'Mother, mother, speak to me. I have always loved you, speak to me once,' and her dear lips moved and I bent over her, holding my breath for fear I would not hear, and she whispered: 'Lucille—my—pretty—one,' and then her eyes opened and her head fell to one side, but she didn't see; she was dead—dead without one word to me, and I loved her so."

Dido Morgan shared her own scant dinner with Maggie that day, and the unhappy girl remained at work that she might earn some money, which would help towards burying her mother.

That afternoon foreman Flint came in, and, nailing a paper to the elevator shaft, told the girls to read it, saying he'd teach them to disobey another time, and that next week they would work harder for their money.