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Updated: October 1, 2025
I hae muckle to be thankfu' for 'at I was sic as no man ever luikit twice at. I wasna weel faured eneuch; though I had bonny hair, an' my mither aye said 'at her Maggy hed guid sense; whatever else she micht or micht not hae. But gien I cud hae gotten a guid man, siclike's is scarce, I cud hae lo'ed him weel eneuch. But that's naither here nor there, an' has naething to du wi' onybody ava.
Patrick! and that's no small oath, but I'll pay you off." Here Maggy made an effort to rise, but the drop had done her up; and I was obliged to give her a helping hand, and she was put to bed, clothes and all. On the following morning I was taken to a barber's, and deprived of my curly brown locks.
'We will not be so particular as that, Maggy. Give them me here, said Clennam in a low voice. 'Well, then, come across the road, answered Maggy in a very loud whisper. 'Little Mother wasn't to know nothing of it, and she would never have known nothing of it if you had only gone So and So, instead of bothering and loitering about. It ain't my fault. I must do what I am told.
But Maggy had no mind to be thus caught; she had gotten her liberty, and she was disposed to keep it a little longer; and when she saw the hand near her, she made another hop, and appeared higher up on the slanting thatch.
'Well, I suppose it would though. And sat staring and ruminating. She sat so long with her eyes wide open, that at length Little Dorrit, to entice her from her box, rose and looked out of window. As she glanced down into the yard, she saw Pancks come in and leer up with the corner of his eye as he went by. 'Who's he, Little Mother? said Maggy.
'It will be necessary to find a milliner, my love, and to make a speedy and complete change in your very plain dress. Something must be done with Maggy too, who at present is ha barely respectable, barely respectable. And your sister, Amy, and your brother. And my brother, your uncle poor soul, I trust this will rouse him messengers must be despatched to fetch them. They must be informed of this.
'If Maggy will spread that newspaper on the window-sill, my dear, remarked the Father complacently and in a half whisper to Little Dorrit, 'my old pensioner can have his tea there, while we are having ours. So, with a gulf between him and the good company of about a foot in width, standard measure, Mrs Plornish's father was handsomely regaled.
"It angered her most terrible," said Maggy Ann, "but no him. He gave a sort of a laugh when he read it." "A laugh!"
But, said Little Dorrit, when they stopped at a poor dwelling all in darkness, and heard no sound on listening at the door, 'Now, this is a good lodging for you, Maggy, and we must not give offence. Consequently, we will only knock twice, and not very loud; and if we cannot wake them so, we must walk about till day. Once, Little Dorrit knocked with a careful hand, and listened.
She was, however, long of giving entrance, for it happened that some nights before the magistrates of the town had been at a carousal with the abbot and chapter, the papistical denomination for the seven heads and ten horns of a monastery, and when they had come away and were going home, one of them, Bailie Pollock, a gaucy widower, was instigated by the devil and the wine he had drunk to stravaig towards Maggy Napier's a most unseemly thing for a bailie to do especially a bailie of Paisley, but it was then the days of popish sinfulness.
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