"Like a lady!" said the other. "How my old mistress used to say that word. I caught the inspiration then. It lingered in my bones a long time before it crept out thus."
Here she surveyed her clothing with satisfaction.
"I see that parched horse-corn and fine dresses go well together," said Rodney's mother, as she helped their empty plates.
"You see we are considerate," said one.
"Yes, and ladylike," said the second.
"Yes, and patched with the blue and the gray," said Rodney's mother.
They looked at their clothes, but saw not the point.
"Mother," said Rodney, lying flat on his back, hugging the cat, and beating his heels upon the floor, "what is fine lace worth a yard?"
"What is it worth, ladies?" said she.
They looked at each other and frowned.