"Why?"
"Because the dolls don't feel a bit better for it, you know."
"And them that'll wear that flannel petticoat will feel better for it, won't they?"
"That they will, I know."
"But suppose everybody in the world was as well off as you and me, Mattie—you with your good father, and—"
"Well, my father ain't none so good, just. He swears sometimes."
"He's good to you, though, ain't he?"
"I don't know that either, mother: he spoils me," answered Mattie, who seemed to be in a more than usually contradictory humor this morning.
"Supposing, though, that everybody had a father that spoiled them, you wouldn't have any such clothes to make, you know."
"But they wouldn't want them."