Poor Mrs.Walton felt oppressed; she hardly knew why.
"Does the work please you ?" she ventured to ask.
"I don't think these are as well made as the others," said Mrs.Lander.
"I thought they were better made," returned the woman.
"Oh, no.

The stitching on the bosoms, collars, and wristbands isn't nearly so well done." Mrs.Walton knew better than this; but she did not feel in any humour to contend for the truth.

Mrs.Lander took up the shirts again, and made another examination.
"What is the price of them ?" she asked.
"Seventy-five cents." "Apiece ?" "Yes, ma'am." "Seventy-five cents apiece!" "I have never received less than that, and some for whom I sew always pay me a dollar." "Seventy five cents! It is an imposition.

I know plenty of poor women who would have been glad of these shirts at half the price--yes, or at a third of the price either.

Seventy-five cents, indeed! Oh, no--I will never pay a price like that.