Read the paragraph.Katy had seen her dad polish his old work boots and set them by the door each evening to avoid wearing the papery soles any thinner. She’d heard her mama say something about the bank to old Mrs. Powell that made them both heave heavy sighs and wonder aloud about what President Hoover might do. Then, last night, her mama had scraped the skillet after dinner, depositing some pitiful scraps in paper to store in the icebox. Katy did not understand the grown-up worries.