It was getting late when Minnie said, “Come, Nettie, we must dress soon or some will come and see us with our working clothes on.”
“Why, cousin, we should not care, as all who will be here tonight know that we have to work for our living, and we should not try to deceive them,” answered Nettie, setting the last bouquet in the vase on the mantle over the old-fashioned fireplace.
“Come now, Minnie, I am ready to go up to the chamber.”
Suiting the action to the word she went tripping away, leaving Minnie to follow her.
Soon the house was filled with guests, as Hilton’s family were highly respected throughout the vicinity. Nearly all the guests had arrived when the girls came down to the sitting room.
Nettie was dressed in book muslin, looped up with knots of cardinal ribbon and a knot in her hair and at her lily-white throat. She was a picture of loveliness. Minnie was dressed the same.
“We will be twin sisters this evening,” said Minnie.
“Two better-looking girls there are not in the country,” said Warren, as he proudly gave an arm to each.
“Don’t flatter us, cousin, or you will make us vain,” said Nettie, looking smilingly up at him.
“Yes, brother, these dresses are very becoming to us—do you not think so?”