"Maybe that's English ways," returned the nurse; "but if it is, I never heerd so before."
"Well I like to see mournin' put on, if it's only respect," went on the dress-maker; "and a girl hadn't ought to be learnt to forget her own mother, before she's well out of sight. I'd ha' dressed her in black, poor as I am, and not a sign o white about her, for one year at least. I think it looks sort o' rebellious, to do without it. Why I've known folks that would put on mourning if they hadn't enough to eat; and I admire that sort o' sperit."
The nurse nodded.
"Just look here, now! What's he thinkin' about, Mrs. Cord?"
"Just that question I've been askin' myself, Mrs. Marble; and I can't get no answer to it."
"What's he goin' to do with her?"
"He says, send her to school."
"These aint for school dresses."
"O no; these are to go ridin' about in, with him."
"Well I think, somebody ought to take charge of her. A young man like that, aint the person to do it Taint likely he's goin' to bring her up to marry her, I suppose."