"I certainly should not have made it had I not had Mrs.
Greggory's assurance that she wished to sell the teapot." Alice Greggory turned as if stung.
"_Wished to sell!_" She repeated the words with superb disdain.

She was plainly very angry.

Her blue-gray eyes gleamed with scorn, and her whole face was suffused with a red that had swept to the roots of her soft hair.

"Do you think a woman _wishes_ to sell a thing that she's treasured all her life, a thing that is perhaps the last visible reminder of the days when she was living--not merely existing ?" "Alice, Alice, my love!" protested the sweet-faced cripple, agitatedly.
"I can't help it," stormed the girl, hotly.

"I know how much you think of that teapot that was grandmother's.