“Heaven forbid you should; and I will come and see you, dear nurse.”
“Will ye, now? Do now. I have got a nice little parlor for you. It is a very good house for a farm-house; and there we can set and talk at our ease, and no fine servants, dressed like lords, coming staring in.”
Lucy now proffered a timid request that Mrs. Wilson would take off her bonnet. “I want to see your good kind face without any ornament.”
“Hear to that, now, the darling;” and off came the bonnet.
“Now your cap.”
“Well, I don't know; I hadn't time to do my hair as should be before coming.”
“What does that matter with me? I must see you without that cap.”
“What! don't you like my new cap? Isn't it a pretty cap? Why, I bought it a purpose to come and see you in.”
“Oh, it is a very pretty cap in itself,” said the courtier, “but it does not suit the shape of your face. Oh, what a difference! Ah! now I see your heart in your face. Will you let me make you a cap?”
“Will you, now, Miss Lucy? I shall be so proud wearing it our house will scarce hold me.”