Ally gave a meditative laugh. “Do you know what she told me before she went away? She told me she was going to send for me to come over to Springfield and make some things for her wedding.”
Charity again lifted her heavy lids and stared at Ally's pale pointed face, which moved to and fro above her moving fingers.
“Is she going to get married?”
Ally let the blouse sink to her knee, and sat gazing at it. Her lips seemed suddenly dry, and she moistened them a little with her tongue.
“Why, I presume so... from what she said.... Didn't you know?”
“Why should I know?”
Ally did not answer. She bent above the blouse, and began picking out a basting thread with the point of the scissors.
“Why should I know?” Charity repeated harshly.
“I didn't know but what... folks here say she's engaged to Mr. Harney.”
Charity stood up with a laugh, and stretched her arms lazily above her head.