They are priceless, because the secret of making them is lost; they take on beauty with age, and they were your great-grandmother's." The Harvester reached over and energetically shook hands.
"Ruth, I'm so glad you've got them!" he bubbled.

"Now elucidate on my willow ware.

What is it?
Where is it?
Why have I willow ware and am not informed.

Who is responsible for this?
Did my ancestors buy better than they knew, or worse?
Is willow ware a crime for which I must hide my head, or is it further riches thrust upon me?
I thought I had investigated the subject of proper dishes quite thoroughly; but I am very certain I saw no mention of lustre or willow.

I thought, in my ignorance, that lustre was a dress, and willow a tree.