"If she comes," said Lois, "there must be curtains to the parlour windows. I can make some of chintz, that will look pretty and not cost much. And there must be a cover for the table."
"Why must there? The table is nice mahogany," said Charity.
"It looks cold and bare so. All tables in use have covers, at Mrs.
Wishart's."
"I don't see any sense in that. What's the good of it?"
"Looks pretty and comfortable."
"That's nothing but a notion. I don't believe in notions. You'll tell me next our steel forks won't do."
"Well, I do tell you that. Certainly they will not do, to a person always accustomed to silver."
"That's nothing but uppishness, Lois. I can't stand that sort of thing. Steel's just as good as silver, only it don't cost so much; that's all."
"It don't taste as well."
"You don't need to eat your fork."