'You will both be quiet' said the squire sternly. 'The court will come to order. Now, Sula, you are the one that complains; you will tell us what you want.'
Sula did not answer; she was tugging at her handkerchief. The handkerchief had been pinned fast, its loosening took time.
'It was this way,' began Mrs. Myers and Mrs. Hill, together.
The squire lifted his hand. 'We will wait for Sula.' He looked sternly at Mrs. Hill. 'No whispering, Sally!'
Sula’s complaint came out with a burst of tears.
'He won’t support me. For three months already I didn’t have a cent.'
'All this time I supported her,' said her mother.
'She had a good home and wouldn’t stay in it,' said Mrs. Myers.
The squire commanded silence again.
'Sula, you were willing to live with Adam’s mother when you were married. Why aren’t you now?'