"She's wonderful genteel, the most genteel lady I ever saw," remarked Sadie. "And how she speaks her words so pretty! Buttah for butter; and haose for house. It sounds grand, don't it?"
"It's awful high-toned," Jennie granted. "I wonder what Hiram's Lizzie will have to say when she sees her once. Won't Lizzie look common anyhow, alongside of her?"
"Well, I guess!"
"Hiram will have more jealous feelings than ever when he sees what a genteel lady Danny picked out; ain't?"
"Yes, anyhow!"
"And that makes something, too, being high-toned that way; it makes near as much as money," said Jennie thoughtfully.
"Still, I don't believe Danny would have married her if she hadn't anything," Sadie speculated.
"Well, I guess not, too, mebby. I hope not. It's next Sabbath we're invited to Millerstown to spend the day at Hiram's, you mind?" she told Sadie; "if only you don't take the cold or have the headache," she added, insisting always upon regarding Sadie as an invalid to be coddled.
"You know, Jennie, Danny always says he has so ashamed for our Hiram's common table manners. I guess he won't like it, either, before Margaret that Hiram eats so common, for all he's a minister."
"Yes, well, but supposing she met Mom by chance, what would she think? Danny better consider of that before he worries over our Hiram."