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A movement was now heard along the upstairs passage and footsteps descending. The door at the foot of the stairs opened and the second Mrs. Day appeared in view, looking fixedly at the table as she advanced towards it, with apparent obliviousness of the presence of any other human being than herself. In short, if the table had been the personages, and the persons the table, her glance would have been the most natural imaginable.
She showed herself to possess an ordinary woman's face, iron-gray hair, hardly any hips, and a great deal of cleanliness in a broad white apron-string, as it appeared upon the waist of her dark stuff dress.
'People will run away with a story now, I suppose,' she began saying, 'that June Day's tablecloths be as poor and ragged as any union beggar's!'
Dick now perceived that the tablecloth