Mrs. Briggs had come down from the village that morning to help us out. We didn’t like her much. She was a fat, untidy woman who gave the impression of being slightly unsteady, and she was always prying.
“What’s your Pa do for a living?” she asked my sister, Tansy, one day while she slopped around with her pail and her mop.

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