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Oh, good morrow! I didn’t see you all standing there. Please pardon my untidy
appearance. My apron and bonnet have seen better days and are covered with dirt
from the road and tarnish from the silver that I was selling in Philadelphia.
Pennsylvania is such a wonderful place to live, and we always fare well selling our
goods near the city. I know I’m wearing an old and unstylish dress, but we have not
been selling much silver in order for me to purchase fabric to make a new dress.
Since we are in the middling class, we aren’t too fancy but have enough to keep our
bellies fed and bodies warm. My name is Sarah, and as you can tell, I’m 27 years old.
The silver I was selling in the city was from my husband’s silversmith shop. We live
above our silversmith shop in a small flat with our two children. What a grand day it
was when he became a Master at his craft and opened his own shop! As a
silversmith’s wife, I often deliver my husband’s goods to his buyers, and set up a
small stall at the market in the city. I am coming back from a half-day’s walk to the
city from Springfield, which is a small town. I’ve got a piece of johnnycake and some
grog if you’d like some. I can sit and share with you, even though I’m very weary
from my trip to the city.