"Then that ought to be enough for you. Will you be ashamed of what she approved, because some people, that haven't probably half her sense, choose to make merry with it? is that right?" he said, gently. "Is that honouring her as she deserves?"
"No, Sir," said Ellen, looking up into his face, "but I never thought of that before I am sorry."
"Never mind being laughed at, my child. If your mother says a thing is right, that's enough for you let them laugh."
"I won't be ashamed of my bonnet any more," said Ellen, trying it on; "but they made me very unhappy about it, and very angry, too."
"I am sorry for that," said her friend, gravely. "Have you quite got over it, Ellen?"
"Oh yes, Sir long ago."
"Are you sure?"
"I am not angry now, Sir."
"Is there no unkindness left towards the people who laughed at you?"
"I don't like them much," said Ellen "how can I?"