Did she want to do that? Did she want to sell her pearl-backed brush and mirror, her silver candlestick, her pendant, her lovely little necklace, and go dressed in drab like the Wherrys: the unlovely uncombed Wherrys, who were the “poor” to her?

She did not.

She walked this Monday morning on the verge of misery. For she did want to do what was right. And she didn't want to do what the gospels said. She didn't want to be poor — really poor. The thought was a horror to her: to live like the Wherrys, so ugly, to be at the mercy of everybody.

“Sell that thou hast, and give to the poor.”

One could not do it in real life. How dreary and hopeless it made