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When Amelia Powers heard of it she said , `` Them that has , gits . '' On the afternoon of the first day of June , six years ago , I was sewing at my sitting-room window . I was making a white muslin dress for little Alice , my niece , to wear to the Seventeenth-of-June picnic . I had been sitting there alone all the afternoon , and it was almost four o'clock when I saw Amelia Powers , who lives opposite , and who had been sewing at her window -- I had noticed her arm moving back and forth , disturbing the shadows of the horse-chestnut tree in the yard -- fling open her front door , run out on the piazza , and stand peering around the corner post , with her neck so stretched that it looked twice as long as before . Then her sister Candace , who has poor health and seldom ventures out-of-doors , threw up the front chamber window and leaned out as far as she was able , and stared with her hand shading her eyes from the sun . I could just see her head through an opening in the horse-chestnut branches . Then I heard another door open , and Mrs. Peter Jones , who lives in the house next below the Powers ' , came running out .