She appropriated I do not know what fabulous sums, to spend just as she pleased, for once.

She attended bargain sales, and brought away such finery as had never graced our flat before.

Home from work in the evening, after a hurried supper, she shut herself up in the parlor, and cut and snipped and measured and basted and stitched as if there were nothing else in the world to do.

It was early summer, and the air had a wooing touch, even on Wheeler Street.

Moses Rifkin came, and I suppose he also had a wooing touch.