Against the ceiling the drapery section was found.
Overalls, ready-made breeches, babies' socks, and pink flannelette mysteries hung doubled up as if in pain over strings nailed to the rafters.

From this department Sarah Brown, balanced upon three large biscuit tins placed on the counter, chose her outfit with vanity and care.

The general effect was not good, but she did not know this, for she studied the parts separately in a six-inch mirror.

She was filled with a simple pleasure.

For she was always absurdly moved by little excitements, and by any prospect of a changed to-morrow.