Then they heard her footsteps on the cellar stairs.
Lois turned to her mother.

"Mother," said she, "I can't stand it--I can't stand it anyway in the world." Her mother turned over another page of the photograph album.

She looked at a faded picture of a middle-aged woman, whose severe and melancholy face seemed to have betrayed all the sadness and toil of her whole life to the camera.

She noted deliberately the old-fashioned sweep of the skirt quite across the little card, and the obsolete sleeves, then she spoke as if she were talking to the picture: "I'm a-followin' out my own law an' my own right," said she.
"I ain't ashamed of it.

If you want to be you can." "It's awful.