“Well, Dick, you needn’t have made quite such a mess.”
“Well, I needn’t, I suppose.” He walked up to the blue dress, and looked at it with a rigid gaze. Then an idea seemed to cross his brain.
“Fancy.”
“Yes.”
“I thought you said you were going to wear your gray gown all day to-morrow on your trip to Yalbury, and in the evening too, when I shall be with you, and ask your father for you?”
“So I am.”
“And the blue one only on Sunday?”
“And the blue one Sunday.”
“Well, dear, I sha’n’t be at Yalbury Sunday to see it.”
“No, but I shall walk to Longpuddle church in the afternoon with father, and such lots of people will be looking at me there, you know; and it did set so badly round the neck.”