“You're a Loud all over, Ellen Brewster,” said she. “You 'ain't got a mite of Brewster about you. You 'ain't got any pride! You'd just as soon settle down and work in a shop as do anything else.”
Fanny pushed before her. “Look here, Mother Brewster,” said she, “you can just stop! Ellen is my daughter, and you 'ain't any right to talk to her this way. I won't have it. If anybody is goin' to blame her, it's me.”
“Who be you?” said Mrs. Zelotes, sniffing.
Then she looked at them both, at Ellen and at her mother.
“If you go an' do what you've planned,” said she to Ellen, “an' if you uphold her in it,” to Fanny, “I've done with you.”
“Good riddance,” said Fanny, coarsely.
“I ain't goin' to forget that you said that,” cried Mrs. Zelotes. She held up her dress high in front and went out of the door. “I ain't comin' over here again, an' I'll thank you to stay at home,” said she. Then she went away.
Soon after Fanny heard Ellen in the dining-room setting the table for supper, and went out.
“Where did you get that money you paid the dressmaker with?” she asked, abruptly.
“I borrowed it of Abby,” replied Ellen.