“We are not fashionable, uncle,” said Mrs. Forbush, “and we haven't any change to make.”
They entered the carriage, and drove to a large and fashionable store, where everything necessary to a lady's toilet, including dresses quite complete, could be obtained. Mrs. Forbush was in favor of selecting very plain articles, but her uncle overruled her, and pointed out costumes much more costly.
“But, uncle,” objected Mrs. Forbush, “these things won't at all correspond with our plain home and mode of living. Think of a boarding-house keeper arrayed like a fine lady.”
“You are going to give up taking boarders—that is, you will have none but Philip and myself.”
“Will you really live with us, uncle? But the house is too poor.”
“Of course it is, but you are going to move. I will speak further on this point when you are through your purchases.”
At length the shopping was over, and they re-entered the carriage.
“Drive to No.— Madison Avenue,” said Mr. Carter to the driver.
“Uncle Oliver, you have given the wrong direction.”
“No, Rebecca, I know what I am about.”