CHAPTER IV
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“Gotyourrubberson?”calledCousinStickles,asValancyleftthehouse.
ChristineStickleshadneveronceforgottentoaskthatquestionwhenValancywentoutonadampday.
“Yes.”
“Haveyougotyourflannelpetticoaton?”askedMrs.Frederick.
“No.”
“Doss,Ireallydonotunderstandyou.Doyouwanttocatchyourdeathofcoldagain?”HervoiceimpliedthatValancyhaddiedofacoldseveraltimesalready.“Goupstairsthisminuteandputiton!”
“Mother,Idon’tneedaflannelpetticoat.Mysateenoneiswarmenough.”
“Doss,rememberyouhadbronchitistwoyearsago.Goanddoasyouaretold!”
Valancywent,thoughnobodywilleverknowjusthownearshecametohurlingtherubber-plantintothestreetbeforeshewent.Shehatedthatgreyflannelpetticoatmorethananyothergarmentsheowned.Oliveneverhadtowearflannelpetticoats.Oliveworeruffledsilkandsheerlawnandfilmylacedflounces.ButOlive’sfatherhad“marriedmoney”andOliveneve
