At this point the story goes back to the frontispiece: by far the best picture of Margery, in a setting of trees and fields, with a little house on one side of her and a church in the distance. She is wearing her _two shoes_ for the first time (for until a charitable good man gave her a pair, she had but one): “stroking down her ragged Apron _thus_”, and crying out: “_Two Shoes, Mame, see two Shoes_”.