"I'd sung.

I'd shown 'em; and I'd sung out of tune if I'd wanted to." "You don't know what it was like last Sunday," said Lucinda then.

She did not speak complainingly or piteously.

There was proud strength in her voice, but it was emphatic.
"I guess I do know," said Sylvia.

"I saw everybody craning their necks, and all them strangers.