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This it?

[He holds up a spool of white thread.

Would you call that black?

(looks it over)

No—it ain’t black. (He searches and finds black thread) Maybe this is it!

Maybe it is! (She takes it) You were with that French family quite a while, were n’t you?

Most a month; they was well off, you know; I mean, they was, before the war. It was a nice house.

(sewing)

How nice?

(hesitates)

I don’t know, things—well—useful, you know, but nice, not like this.

[He looks about.

(looks around with a sigh)

It ’s not very pretty, but it could be. I could make it.

If you did, folks would be sayin’ you wasn’t respectable.

Tell me about the dinner they gave you the night before you went back to your company.

I told you.

Tell me again.