CHAPTER VII
PEACE MAYTHORNE'S ROOM
"Tis, too."
"It isn't, either."
"I know just as well as you."
"No you don't any such a thing. You've lived up here in this old country place all your life, and you don't know any more about the fashions than Mrs. Surly."
"But I know it's perfectly ridiculous to rig up in white chenille and silver pins, when anybody's in such deep mourning as you. I wouldn't do it for anything."