"They ain't expectin' that folks'll be lookin' at 'em."
"Mr. Masters likes me to wear bright dresses."
"Then do it, child. It's considerable of a pleasure to have his eyes pleased. Do you know what a husband you've got, Diana?"
"Yes."
"He's 'most like one o' them flowers himself. He's so full o' the sweetness the Lord has put into him, and he's jest as unconscious that he's spreadin' it wherever he goes."
Diana was silent. She would have liked again to burst into tears; she controlled herself as before.
"That ain't the way with those Knowlton girls; nor it ain't the way they wear their fine colours, neither. Can't you get a little sense into their heads, Diana?"
"I? They think nothing of me, Mother Bartlett."
"Maybe not, two years ago, but they will now. You're the minister's wife, Diana. They allays sot a great deal by him."
Diana was chewing the cud of this, when Mrs. Bartlett asked again,