“Dared! What nonsense! Dick wasn’t born in Yorkshire to take a dare from any man or woman living.”
“Well, mother, I have made you wise about Faith Foster. A word is all you want.”
“I the girl pretty?”
“Pretty She is adorable.”
“You mean that she is a fine looking girl?”
“I mean that she is a little angel. You think of violets if she comes where you are. Her presence is above a charm and every door flies open to her. She is very small. Mary Saville, speaking after her French governess, calls her petite. She is, however, beautifully fashioned and has heavenly blue, deep eyes.”
“Tell me nothing more about her. I should never get along with such a daughter-in-law. How could thou imagine it?”
“Now, mother, I have told you all my news, what have you to say to me about London?”
“I will speak to thy father some time to-day. I shall hev to choose both a proper way and a proper time; thou knows that. Get thy frocks ready and I will see what can be done.”
“If father will not take me, I shall write to Aunt Josepha.”