Then her large hands were at my neck, opening the button loops. I was terrified. What was happening?
"Take it off, Sister." She had her hands on the hem of the dress.
"I don't need to see the inside, Mrs. Henderson, I can tell . . ." But the dress was over my head and my arms were stuck in the sleeves. Momma said, "That'll do. See here, Sister Flowers, I French-seams around the armholes." Through the cloth film, I saw the shadow approach. "That makes it last longer. Children these days would bust out of sheet-metal clothes. They so rough."
"That is a very good job, Mrs. Henderson. You should be proud. You can put your dress back on, Marguerite.