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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: screen door with a little flaunting sway of the hips. Her
mother's eyes, following the slim figure, had a sort of grudging
love in them. A spare, caustic, wiry little woman, Tessie's
mother. Tessie resembled her as a water color may resemble a
blurred charcoal sketch. Tessie's wide mouth curved into humor
lines. She was the cutup of the escapement department at the
watch factory; the older woman's lips sagged at the corners.
Tessie was buoyant and colorful with youth. The other was
shrunken and faded with years and labor. As the girl minced
across the room in her absurdly high-heeled shoes, the older
woman thought: My, but she's pretty! But she said aloud: "I
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