"What's the maid got on? I can't rightly see."
"Old white, but a brave new sash."
At that Loveday raised her head and looked about her. A shrill voice from the crowd answered the last speaker.
"A new sash; Ted'n possible. Us have all been laughing because she couldn' come by one nohow." And Cherry Cotton elbowed her way through the ring of curious folk to where Loveday stood. Suddenly Cherry gave a scream, and pointed an accusing finger at Loveday.
"Ah, a new sash, sure enough.... Ask her where she got 'en. Ask her, I say."
Loveday answered nothing, only turned her head a little to stare at Cherry.
"You ask her where she took it from, Miss! You should know, seeing you gave it!"
"I gave it to her? Nonsense."
"Not to her, but to poor Primrose Lear. 'Tes the riband that tied up your wreath. She's robbed the dead. Loveday Strick's robbed the dead."
Then indeed, after a moment's stupefaction following on the horrid revelation, a murmur of indignation ran from mouth to mouth.