It was not temper which appeared on them, but cool rudeness.
"Madame said we must make some room for her," Miss Bentley
answered.
"I don't know where," remarked Miss Macy. "_I_ have not two
inches."
"She can't have a peg nor a drawer of mine," said the St.
Clair. "Don't you put her there, Bentley." And the young lady
left us with that.
"We must manage it somehow," said Miss Bentley. "Lansing, look
here, — can't you take your things out of this drawer? Miss
Randolph has no place to lay anything. She must have a little
place, you know."
Lansing looked up with a perplexed face, and Miss Macy
remarked that nobody had a bit of room to lay anything.
"I am very sorry —" I said.
"It is no use being sorry, child," said Miss Macy, "we have
got to fix it, somehow. I know who _ought_ to be sorry. Here — I
can take this pile of things out of this drawer; that is all I
can do. Can't she manage with this half?"
But Miss Lansing came and made her arrangements, and then it
was found that the smallest of the four drawers was cleared
and ready for my occupation.
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