“I kept thinking of them as dead feet. “There are dozens of linen handkerchiefs, that’s something,” said Rose. But I hated the handkerchiefs – and the gloves and the stockings; and a dreadful pair of broken-looking corsets. “People’s clothes ought to be buried with them,” I said. “They oughtn’t to be left behind to be despised.” “I’m not despising them,” said Rose. “Some of these suits are made of wonderful cloth.”
