"I have always worn peasant's clothes."
"It is not that which makes the difference."
"I have been spinning and weaving and cooking."
"It is not that, either."
"I can talk just as you and mother do."
"Not that, either."
"Then I do not know what it can be," said the girl, and laughed.
"Time will show. Besides, I am afraid you already have too many ideas."
"Ideas, ideas! You are always saying that. I have no ideas." She wept again.
"Oh, you are a weathercock,—that you are!"