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Updated: May 4, 2025
She was a very different person from the hysterical girl that Felicia had brought home with her two days before. "You'd better go to your by-the-day." Dulcie was almost saucy. "Babiche and I will stay and guard the fort. I'll show Janet all the dirt, I think there's enough to satisfy even her unholy craving and then if she still wants to go into the deal I can go to the storage place.
It was not easy, for she had an honest hatred of it. Not even the goal in sight could make her like being a "by-the-day." Moreover as she grew wiser in the matter of reckoning she realized the utter impossibility of actually earning, with her hands, the appalling sum that she owed. She could only work on blindly from day to day, hoping, hoping against hope that she would find the Portia Person.
Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, oh, it seemed as though they surely must find the Portia Person now that they were all looking! Yet each one in his heart generously hoped it would be Felicia herself who found him. In spite of her high resolves to learn to "like to be a by-the-day" she found some days impossible. She grew to hate Thursdays.
"She tried to make out she knew me, but I dunno she can't never sew to suit Mis' Freddie Alden and you know she can't nobody can please young Miss' Alden old Miss' Alden was bad enough but young Miss' Alden is worse " Of her adventures "by-the-day" only Felicia could have "found the pattern."
Janet now, she liked to clean and so she did it beautifully, did it superlatively, whereas when Dulcie or Felice tried, it was only half done. So Felice set herself to "like to" be a "by-the-day." And that was the time she discovered that to like to do anything you must make it genuinely amusing.
"You'll have to find me another by-the-day," she announced to Miss Sarah. "How'd you make out Saturday?" "I made out " Felicia laughed back at her. "She was a WEED, that woman. The old man played chess with me but she didn't like us to do it. I couldn't take the two dollars " "I'm afraid you aren't businesslike," Miss Sarah chided, "you said you needed the money."
She had promised herself eagerly that the very day when the heathen were gone she would plant some ivies. She was pretending vehemently that the heathen were gone and that she didn't have to be a "by-the-day" yet before night she was exclaiming passionately, "I am proud, proud, proud I was a by- the-day " The new place was not a hard one.
Dulcie would sit shamelessly smoking a cigarette filched from the lawyer and listen by the hour while little Miss By-the-Day imitated her employers and their maid servants and their man servants and the strangers within their gates. The two women would sit in the back yard on the old iron benches, which Janet had found in the depths of the coal bin.
Fat, oh, ridiculously fat, in comparison with the rest of that skinny household ruddy, glowingly ruddy, beside that pale-faced "crew." Just by the law of contrasts they adored her when they saw her especially after they'd tasted her heavenly food. Miss By-the-Day met her in the laundry of a great house where she'd put in a day mending curtains and table linen.
At quarter after six when Miss By-the-Day climbed slowly up the stairs, reaching out delightedly for Babiche, who had been sleeping in the top-most niche of the stair, two tired and aching women flung open the door of the nursery. They were smiling. Neither of them could think of a thing to say, but a curious mingling of odors told their story for them.
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