She did not care now how ugly and shabby looked the "wee feet" that had once been praised; but she felt it might be a matter of health and prudence.

Suppose she caught cold--fell ill--died: died, leaving Johanna to struggle alone; died before Robert Lyon came home.
Both thoughts struck sharp.

She was too young still, or had not suffered enough, calmly to think of death and dying.
"It will do no harm to inquire the price.

I might stop it out in omnibuses." For this was the way that every new article of dress had to be procured--"stopping it cut" of something else.
After trying several pairs-with a fierce, bitter blush at a small hole which the day's walking had worn in her well darned stockings, and which she was sure the shopman saw, as well as an old lady who sat opposite--Hilary bought the plainest and stoutest of boots.

The bill overstepped her purse by six pence, but she promised that sum on delivery, and paid the rest.