My mother and my grandmother owned that teapot, sir." Again her voice broke.
William Henshaw cleared his throat.
"But, madam, if you do not wish to sell--" He stopped abruptly.

His longing eyes had gone back to the enticing bit of china.
Mrs.Greggory gave a low cry.
"But I do--that is, I must.

Mr.Harlow says that it is valuable, and that it will bring in money; and we need--money." She threw a quick glance toward the hall door, though she did not pause in her remarks.

"I can't do much at work that pays.

I sew"-- she nodded toward the machine by the window--"but with only one foot to make it go--You see, the other is--is inclined to shirk a little," she finished with a wistful whimsicality.
Billy turned away sharply.