"I've always done my own work, an'-- " "We won't speak of it again," said Mrs.Jay.

"I'll bid you good-mornin', Mis' Maxwell." Her voice shook, she held up her black skirt, and never looked around as she went down the steps.
Mrs.Field returned to the kitchen.

Lois sat beside the window, her head leaning against the sash, looking out.

Her mother took some biscuits out of the stove oven and set them on the table with the coffee.

"Breakfast is ready," said she.
She sat down at the table.