“Don't you bring that ring up again,” said her mother. “Take your candle and go right upstairs.”
Comfort gave a pitiful little sob.
“Now don't you go to crying over it,” ordered her mother; and Comfort tried to choke back another sob as she went out of the room.
Comfort's father looked up from the Old Farmer's Almanac. He was going to Bolton the next day with a load of wood, and wanted to see what the weather would be, and so was consulting the almanac.
“What was it Comfort wanted?” he inquired.
“She wanted to wear that gold ring her Aunt Comfort gave her to school,” replied Mrs. Pease. “And I've told her over and over again I shouldn't let her do it.”
“It's a mile too big for her, and she'd be sure to lose it off,” said Grandmother Atkins; “and it would be a pity to have anything happen to it, when it's real gold, too.”
“She couldn't wind a rag round her finger under it, could she?” asked Comfort's father, hesitatingly.
“Wear a rag round her finger under it!” repeated Mrs. Pease. “I rather guess she can wait till her finger grows to it. You'd let that child do anything.”
Mr. Pease did not say anything more, but studied the Old Farmer's Almanac again, and found out it was likely to be fair weather for the season.