16. Momma said, "Well, that's all right then. Sister, change your dress. You going to Sister Flowers's."
  17. The chifforobe was a maze. What on earth did one put on to go to Mrs. Flowers' house? I knew I shouldn't put on a Sunday dress. It might be sacrilegious. Certainly not a house dress, since I was already wearing a fresh one. I chose a school dress, naturally. It was formal without suggesting that going to Mrs. Flowers' house was equivalent to attending church.
  18. I trusted myself back into the Store.
  19. "Now, don't you look nice." I had chosen the right thing, for once.
  20. "Mrs. Henderson, you make most of the children's clothes, don' t you?"
  21." Yes, ma'am. Sure do. Store-bought clothes ain't hardly worth the thread it take to stitch them."
  22." I'll say you do a lovely job, though, so neat. That dress looks professional."
  23. Momma was enjoying the seldom-received compliments. Since everyone we knew (except Mrs. Flowers of course ) could sew competently, praise was rarely handed out for the commonly practiced craft.
  24. "I try, with the help of the Lord, Sister Flowers, to finish the inside just like I does the outside. Come here, Sister."