Her mother flushed angrily.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, then she shut it again hard.
"Let me see, how many did you make ?" asked Mrs.Berry.
"She made two dozen pair," Charlotte's mother answered for her.
"An' you've got 'em all laid away, yellowin' ?" "I guess they ain't yellowed much," said Sarah Barnard.
"I don't see when you're ever goin' to use 'em." "Mebbe there'd be chances enough to use 'em if some folks was as crazy to take up with 'em as some other folks," returned Sarah Barnard.
"I'd like to know what you mean ?" "Oh, nothin'.

If folks want chances to make pillow-slips bad enough there's generally poor tools enough layin' 'round, that's all." "I'd like to know what you mean, Sarah Barnard." "Oh, I don't mean nothin'," answered Sarah Barnard.

She glanced at her daughter Charlotte and smiled slyly, but Charlotte never returned the glance and smile.

She sewed steadily.