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Book, page 211 / 351 so hot it starts me burning before my time?" "Of course I can," said Nancy Ellen. "About what do you want to pay, Mother?" "Whatever it takes to get a decent and a cool dress; cool, mind you," said Mrs. Bates, "an' any colour but black." "Why, Mother!" cried Nancy Ellen "it must be black!" "No," said Mrs. Bates. "Pa kept me in black all my life on the supposition it showed the dirt the least. There's nothing in that. It shows dirt worse 'an white. I got my fill of black. You can get a nice cool gray, if you want me to wear it." "Well, I never!" said Nancy Ellen. "What will the neighbours say?" "What do I care?" asked Mrs. Bates. "They've talked about me all my life, I'd be kinda lonesome if they's to quit." Dinner over, Kate proposed that her mother should lie down while they washed the dishes. "I would like a little rest," said Mrs. Bates. "I guess I'll go upstairs." "You'll do nothing of the kind," said Kate. "It's dreadfully hot up there. Go in the spare room, where it is cool; we'll keep quiet. I am going to stay Tuesday until I move you in there, anyway. It's smaller, but it's big enough for one, and you'll feel much better there." "Oh, Katie, I'm so glad you thought of that," cried Mrs. Bates. "I been thinking and thinking about it, and it just seems as if I can't ever steel myself to go into that room to sleep again. I'll never enter that door that I don't see -- " "You'll never enter it again as your room," said Kate. "I'll fix you up before I go; and Sally Whistler told me last evening she
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