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CHAPTER TWO

Maggie Cuts Her Hair

Ten days later, Mrs Tulliver’s married sisters came to dinner at Dorlcote Mill. Their husbands, Mr Glegg and Mr Deane, came with them. And Mr and Mrs Deane brought their daughter, Lucy.

Maggie kissed her little cousin. Lucy Deane was seven years old. She had pretty, fair hair. Maggie’s hair was dark and untidy.

Everybody sat down at the table.

‘Maggie’s hair is always untidy,’ Mrs Tulliver said. ‘What can I do?’

‘Cut her hair shorter,’ replied Mrs Glegg. ‘Go and brush your hair, Maggie,’ said Mrs Tulliver. ‘Go quickly! We are going to eat dinner now.’

Then Maggie had an idea. She spoke to her brother. ‘Come upstairs with me, Tom,’ she said quietly. Maggie and Tom went upstairs. They went into their mother’s bedroom. Maggie picked up a pair of scissors.

‘What are you going to do, Maggie’ Tom asked. Maggie cut off a long piece of her hair. ‘Oh, Maggie! You are a naughty girl’ Tom said. Maggie cut off some more hair. Then she gave the scissors to Tom. ‘Help me, Tom. Quickly’ she said.

Tom cut once, twice, three times. Soon, pieces of Maggie’s hair covered the floor.

Tom looked at his sister and he laughed.

‘Don’t laugh at me, Tom,’ said Maggie.

‘Everybody will laugh at you,’ Tom said. ‘I’m going downstairs now.’

Maggie looked in a mirror. She saw her short hair. She started to cry.

Ten minutes later, Maggie went downstairs. She walked quietly into the dining-room. She sat down.

Mrs Tulliver saw her daughter. She screamed and dropped a plate. Everybody looked at Maggie.

‘Who is this’ said Mr Deane. He laughed.

‘Maggie is a naughty girl,’ said Mrs Glegg.

Maggie started to cry again. She stood up and she ran to her father.

‘Don’t cry, Maggie,’ Mr Tulliver said. ‘I love you. I will take care of you.’

After dinner, Tom, Maggie and Lucy went into the garden. Mr and Mrs Tulliver talked to the Deanes and the Gleggs.

‘Mr Tulliver,’ said Mrs Tulliver, ‘tell everybody your plan.’

‘I want Tom to have a good education,’ Mr Tulliver said. ‘He will go to a new teacher in August. He will go to Mr Stelling. He will learn everything - history, Latin, mathematics-‘

‘Tom doesn’t need Latin,’ Mrs Glegg said. ‘He is going to be a miller.’

‘He is not going to be a miller,’ Mr Tulliver replied. ‘He’s not as clever as Maggie. But I want Tom to have a good education.’

‘Tom must learn useful things, not Latin’ Mrs Glegg said. ‘That is my advice.’

Mr Tulliver did not like Mrs Glegg. ‘You always give advice,’ he said. ‘But you don’t give people money.’

‘No. I don’t give people my money,’ Mrs Glegg replied. ‘But I have lent my money. I have lent money to somebody in this room!’

Mr Tulliver was very angry.

‘Yes’ he shouted. ‘You have lent me five hundred pounds! And I pay you interest! I pay you twenty-five pounds every year!’

‘Don’t shout at me’ said Mrs Glegg. Then she stood up. ‘Mr Glegg, take me home,’ she said.

‘Yes! Go home, Mrs Glegg’ Mr Tulliver shouted. ‘I will pay you the money next week!’

Mrs Glegg left the room and her husband followed her.

But Mr Tulliver did not have five hundred pounds. He could not pay Mrs Glegg. The next week, he went to a friend. He borrowed the money. He borrowed five hundred pounds. Then he paid Mrs Glegg.