Our business has been poor.

Either Dr.
Wallace gives awful strong medicine or East Westland is too healthy.
We haven't earned but precious little lately, and I need a whole black silk dress and they don't." Sylvia eyed her in withering scorn.

"Need or not," said she, "the one that owns this back breadth is going to have it.

I rather think she ain't going to be laid away without a back breadth to her dress." With that Sylvia crossed the room and the hall, and entered the parlor.

She closed the door behind her.