"Maybe she is sick," she ventured.

"She never has been; but she might be! Maybe she has lain down." "On Monday morning! And the wash not out! You simpleton!" cried Mrs.
Bates.
Nancy Ellen hurried upstairs and came back with bulging eyes.
"Every scrap of her clothing is gone, and half of mine!" "She's gone to that fool Normal-thing! Where did she get the money ?" cried Mrs.Bates.
"I don't know!" said Nancy Ellen.

"She asked me yesterday, but of course I told her that so long as you and Father decided she was not to go, I couldn't possibly lend her the money." "Did you look if she had taken it ?" Nancy Ellen straightened.

"Mother! I didn't need do that!" "You said she took your clothes," said Mrs.Bates.
"I had hers this time last year.

She'll bring back clothes." "Not here, she won't! Father will see that she never darkens these doors again.