"A black satin cloak?" she repeated. "Did you wish for a black satin cloak, my dear?"
"Trimmed with a deep fall of lace," added Judy.
"O Judy," exclaimed Matilda, "you said nothing about lace!"
"You wanted it, though," said Judith.
"I never thought of such a thing, mamma, as lace," said Matilda appealingly.
"But you did wish for the satin?"
"Judy seemed to think it would be pretty. She wanted me to ask you to get it."
The shout of laughter which was raised upon this, Matilda did not at all understand. They all laughed, Judy not the least of them. Matilda was very much ashamed.
"Oh Judy, Judy!" her aunt said. "Matilda, black satin is what old ladies wear. She has been fooling you, as she fools everybody. You mustn't believe Judy Bartholomew in anything she tells you. You would be a little old woman, in a black satin cloak with deep lace."
"She said nothing about lace," Matilda repeated. "But I shall learn what is proper, in her company."