Besides, she felt that in some way her mother was being blamed for what could not be helped.
"They's the best I've got," she answered, proudly choking back the tears.

"I don't need any new ones, 'cause maybe we'll be goin' away pretty soon." "Going away!" he echoed, blankly, "Where ?" She did not answer until he repeated the question.

Then she turned her back on him, and started toward the door.

The tears she was too proud to let him see were running down her face.
"We's goin' to the poah-house," she exclaimed, defiantly, "jus' as soon as the money in the pocketbook is used up.

It was nearly gone when I came away." Here she began to sob, as she fumbled at the door she could not see to open.
"I'm goin' home to my mothah right now.