"This 'ere's the finest sort o' hat to grace all o' streetkind, young miss," Charley added a little more urchin cadence to her words than usual, and doffed her cap with a theatrical aplomb. She set it on top of Maggie's head, adjusting it this way and that like a peddler's wares. Then she looked once at the professor for if that might satisfy the woman's latest new rule, among many demanded of the urchin. "Wear this, not that, stand here, don't slouch...gonna run me ragged afore I even climb the roofs, Professor, an' who'll be bringin' flowers 'round then?"

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