"For a reason that you will appreciate, Miss Rose, if you will put on your bonnet the wrong way, with the front precisely where the back should be."
"I don't understand," — said the young lady, with something of an inclination to pout, Will's face was so full of understanding.
"It isn't necessary that you should understand such a business," he said, becoming grave. "It is our fortune to do it, and it is yours to have nothing to do with it, — which is much better."
"I have the happiness to disagree with you, Mr. Rufus," said
Elizabeth.
"In what?"
"In thinking that we have nothing to do with it, or that it is not necessary we should understand it."
"I don't see the happiness, Miss Elizabeth; for your disagreement imposes upon you a necessity which I should think better avoided."
"Which ploughs the best, Rufus?" said Rose; — "you or
Winthrop?"
"There is one kind of ploughing," said Rufus biting his lip, "which Winthrop doesn't understand at all."
"And you understand them all, I suppose?"