overtrimmed pincushion in a shop window. Memory turned a blur of red beef, white bone and creamy yellow fat.
"I don't believe I'll ever recognize those different cuts when I see them."
"I will," said Claire Pierce firmly. "I mean to have a talk with our butcher, too. No doubt father has paid him thousands of dollars, and now he can pay back some of the overcharge by teaching me how to buy meat properly. Let's go into that shop; I want to buy a note-book like yours."
"Well," said Mrs. Larry thoughtfully, as they waited for Claire's parcel and change, "they do say that meat is cheaper in Kansas City than in New York."
