`` Why ? '' asked the Old Lady , turning very pale . Had anything happened to Sylvia ? `` Well , she 's been invited to a big party at Mrs. Moore 's brother 's in town , and she has n't got a dress to go in , '' said Crooked Jack . `` They 're great swells and everybody will be got up regardless . Mrs. Spencer was telling me about it . She says Miss Gray ca n't afford a new dress because she 's helping to pay her aunt 's doctor 's bills . She says she 's sure Miss Gray feels awful disappointed over it , though she does n't let on . But Mrs. Spencer says she knows she was crying after she went to bed last night . '' The Old Lady turned and went into the house abruptly . This was dreadful . Sylvia must go to that party -- she MUST . But how was it to be managed ? Through the Old Lady 's brain passed wild thoughts of her mother 's silk dresses . But none of them would be suitable , even if there were time to make one over . Never had the Old Lady so bitterly regretted her vanished wealth . `` I 've only two dollars in the house , '' she said , `` and I 've got to live on that till the next day the egg pedlar comes round . Is there anything I can sell -- ANYTHING ? Yes , yes , the grape jug ! '' Up to this time , the Old Lady would as soon have thought of trying to sell her head as the grape jug .
The grape jug was two hundred years old and had been XXXXX the Lloyd family ever since it was a jug at all .
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