The three country girls stood in the wide doorway of the Big House bedroom Scarlett had chosen for her own. All were wearing big homespun aprons and wide-ruffled mobcaps, but that was the only thing about them that was the same. Annie Doyle was as small and round as a puppy, Mary Moran as tall and ungainly as a scarecrow, Peggy Quinn as neat and pretty as an expensive doll. They were holding hands and crowded together. "We'll be going now if it's all the same to you, Mrs. Fitzpatrick, before the heavy rain starts in," said Peggy. The other girls nodded vigorously.

"Very well," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, "but come in early Monday to make up the time."

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