Pretty soon we found a little grassy place with trees, and big buildings around it, and we went in that and sat down on the grass.
"Mis' Bingy," I says, "was you ever in the city before?"
"Sure I was," she says, proud, "twelve years ago. We come to his uncle's funeral. But he didn't leave him anything."
"I was here once," I says, "when I was 'leven. To have my eyes done to. And once when I was eighteen, when Mother got her teeth. Did you ever go to the theater here?" I ask' her.
"No," says she.
"Did you ever see in a jewelry store here?"
"No," says she.
"Or in stores with low-neck dresses and light colors?"
"No," says she.