She was now in her twenty-eighth year, and had grown considerably plumper.

Her fine features were becoming puffy, and her gestures were assuming a pleasant indolence.
At times she occasionally seemed to forget herself on the edge of a chair, whilst she waited for her iron to heat, smiling vaguely and with an expression of greedy joy upon her face.

She was becoming fond of good living, everybody said so; but that was not a very grave fault, but rather the contrary.

When one earns sufficient to be able to buy good food, one would be foolish to eat potato parings.

All the more so as she continued to work very hard, slaving to please her customers, sitting up late at night after the place was closed, whenever there was anything urgent.
She was lucky as all her neighbors said; everything prospered with her.