"How you run out this nice place so quick. I thought an' Sarah
thought you'd got enough to last you jest as long as you lived, an'
have some left to leave then."
Hannah stood back and looked at her sister sharply.
"I've always been as savin' as I knew how," said Sylvia.
"Well, I dunno but you have. You got that sofa, that cost
considerable. I shouldn't have thought you'd got that, if you'd known
how things were, Sylvy."
"I kinder felt as if I needed it."
"Well, I guess you might have got along without that, anyhow.
Richard's got one, ain't he?"
"Yes, he says he has."
"I thought I remembered his mother's buyin' one just before his
father died. Well, you'll have his sofa, then; if I remember right,
it's a better one than yours that you give Rose. Now, Sylvy Crane,
you jest put on your hood an' shawl, an' come home with me, an' have
some dinner. Have you got anything in the house to eat?"
"I've got a few things," replied Sylvia, evasively.
"What?"
"Some potatoes an' apples."
"Potatoes an' apples!" Hannah began to sob again. "To think of your
comin' to this," she wailed. "My own sister not havin' anything in
the house to eat, an' settin' out for the poor-house, an' everybody
in town knowin' it."
"Don't feel bad about it, Hannah; it's all over now," said Sylvia.
"Don't feel bad about it! I guess you'd feel bad about it if you was
in my place," returned Hannah.
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