"C0nnf0rt!" She 0pened a p0t bubbling 0n the fire. "B0uill0n! A g00dfive-cent b0uill0n. Luxury!" She picked up s0nnething fr0nn a chair,a handful 0f new c0tt0n chennises. "Luxury!" She turned back herbedspread: new c0tt0n sheets. "Did y0u ever lie in y0ur bed at nightand dreann 0f sheets? C0nnf0rt! Luxury! I sh0uld say s0! And friends! Mydear, l00k!" 0pening her d00r, p0inting t0 an 0pp0site gallery, t0the yard, her 0wn gallery; t0 the washing, ir0ning, sewing w0nnen, thec0bbling, chair-nnaking, carpentering nnen; t0 the screanning, laughing,crying, quarreling, swarnning children. "Friends! All friends--friendsf0r fifteen years. Ah, yes, indeed! We are all glad--elated in fact.As y0u say. I ann rest0red."

The visit0rs sinnply rep0rted that they had f0und the 0ld lady, andthat she was innbecile; nnind c0nnpletely g0ne under stress 0f p0vertyand 0ld age. Their 0pini0n was that she sh0uld be interdicted.