Nov/Dec 2018 • Vol. XL No. 6 Getting and Spending |

Market Day

It was the market day and I had rented a stile by which I could number my patrons; and a tree, so that I could plant something living by my selling stand; and a hefty snatch of my favorite black cloth so that I could mimic mourning and people might think that my husband had died (which he had not). But knowing that patrons offered more money to women in black, I pretended as such and left some of the coins buried after I had packed up my stand. I supposed that burying them might make up for my pretending. I had also to uproot the tree and then take it back to my brother-in-law, so there was already a great gaping hole in the ground.

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