These were her windfalls.

Sometimes she got a wedding order, and furnished the house out of her amazing collection, supplemented by her bargains at the next auction sale.
This had brought her to the sale early, for the young couple, deciding to furnish in style, had exhausted her resources by demanding wardrobes, dressing-tables, and washstands with marble tops.
The young woman with the mop of red hair followed on her heels, amazed by the luxury of the interior harmonized in a scheme of colour.

Her day-dreams, coloured by the descriptions of ducal mansions in penny novelettes, came suddenly true.

And she lingered before carved cabinets, strange vases like frozen rainbows, and Oriental tapestry with the instinctive delight in luxury planted in women.
But Mother Jenkins had no time to spare.

She had found the very thing for Pinkey, and led the way to the servants' quarters, hidden at the back of the house.