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“
If
all
the
people
got
married
that
folks
say
are
going
to
you
’
d
have
your
time
full
making
wedding
-
dresses
,
”
she
said
ironically
.
“
Why
—
don
’
t
you
believe
it
?
”
Ally
ventured
.
“
It
would
not
make
it
true
if
I
did
—
nor
prevent
it
if
I
didn
’
t
.
”
“
That
’
s
so
.
.
.
.
I
only
know
I
seen
her
crying
the
night
of
the
party
because
her
dress
didn
’
t
set
right
.
That
was
why
she
wouldn
’
t
dance
any
.
.
.
.
”
Charity
stood
absently
gazing
down
at
the
lacy
garment
on
Ally
’
s
knee
.
Abruptly
she
stooped
and
snatched
it
up
.
“
Well
,
I
guess
she
won
’
t
dance
in
this
either
,
”
she
said
with
sudden
violence
;
and
grasping
the
blouse
in
her
strong
young
hands
she
tore
it
in
two
and
flung
the
tattered
bits
to
the
floor
.
“
Oh
,
Charity
—
—
”
Ally
cried
,
springing
up
.
For
a
long
interval
the
two
girls
faced
each
other
across
the
ruined
garment
.
Ally
burst
into
tears
.
“
Oh
,
what
’
ll
I
say
to
her
?
What
’
ll
I
do
?
It
was
real
lace
!
”
she
wailed
between
her
piping
sobs
.
Charity
glared
at
her
unrelentingly
.
“
You
’
d
oughtn
’
t
to
have
brought
it
here
,
”
she
said
,
breathing
quickly
.
“
I
hate
other
people
’
s
clothes
—
it
’
s
just
as
if
they
was
there
themselves
.
”
The
two
stared
at
each
other
again
over
this
avowal
,
till
Charity
brought
out
,
in
a
gasp
of
anguish
:
“
Oh
,
go
—
go
—
go
—
or
I
’
ll
hate
you
too
.
.
.
.
”
