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Then trust her for gettin’ him; by the time she gets through in Veazie, this town will be barer than Mother Hubbard’s cupboard by the time the dog got there. (Her eye falls on Jane’s box, partly under sofa.) What's that?

[She bends over, looking at it.

What?

I never saw it before. (She draws it out) Looks like a dress. See! Blue silk!

Open it.

(hesitates)

Must be hers! Maybe she would n’t like it.

Maybe she would n’t know it.

A cat can look at a king!

[She opens the box and holds up the blue dress.

Oh! Oh!

(really moved)

Some folks would say a dress like that was n’t decent, but I would n’t care, not if it was mine, and it might have been mine—but for her.

Yours! Grandma would n’t have left her money to you. She hated old people. Everybody does. She ’d have left it to me, but for Jane Crosby!