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"
Yes
.
"
"
But
that
’
s
awful
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
nice
.
"
"
What
will
we
do
?
What
will
you
do
?
"
"
Playtime
is
over
.
He
sold
me
the
store
—
or
rather
he
sold
you
the
store
.
It
’
s
your
money
.
He
has
to
convert
his
property
and
he
likes
me
;
he
practically
gave
it
to
me
—
three
thousand
dollars
.
"
"
But
that
’
s
awful
.
You
mean
—
you
mean
you
own
the
store
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
a
clerk
!
Not
a
clerk
!
"
She
rolled
face
down
in
the
pillows
and
wept
,
big
,
full
-
bosomed
sobs
,
the
way
a
slave
might
when
the
collar
is
struck
off
.
I
went
out
on
the
doll
’
s
front
stoop
and
sat
in
the
sun
until
she
was
ready
,
and
when
she
had
finished
and
washed
her
face
and
combed
her
hair
and
put
on
her
dressing
gown
,
she
opened
the
door
and
called
to
me
.
And
she
was
different
,
would
always
be
different
.
She
didn
’
t
have
to
say
it
.
The
set
of
her
neck
said
it
.
She
could
hold
up
her
head
.
We
were
gentlefolks
again
.
