I looked in at his winder, a wonderin' what he wanted wid a fire in summer time, an' saw him heatin' the stuff.
It's an insult to me an' the family, miss, that's what it is." And the irate woman rested her knuckles on her hips.
Miriam's face turned a little pink.
"I will inquire about that, Molly," she said, and her impression became a conviction.
Toward the close of the afternoon, Miriam went up to her room, and spreading out on the bed the teaberry gown of Judith Pacewalk, she stood looking at it.

She intended to put on that gown and wear it.

But it did not fit her.

It needed all sorts of alterations, and how to make these she did not know; sewing and its kindred arts had not been taught in the schools to which she had been sent.

It is true that Miss Panney had promised to cut and fit this gown for her, but Miriam did not wish Miss Panney to have anything to do with it.