"Mr. Gabriel? And you took them?"
"Of course I took them, and mighty glad to get them."
"Faith, dear," said I, "don't you know that you shouldn't accept presents from gentlemen, and especially now you're a married woman, and especially from those of higher station?"
"But he isn't higher."
"You know what I mean. And then, too, he is; for one always takes rank from one's husband."
Faith looked rather downcast at this.
"Yes," said I,—"and pearls and calico"——
"Just because you haven't got a pair yourself! There, be still! I don't want any of your instructions in duty!"
"You ought to put up with a word from a friend, Faith," said I. "You always come to me with your grievances. And I'll tell you what I'll do. You used to like these coral branches of mine; and if you'll give those back to Mr. Gabriel, you shall have the coral."
Well, Faith she hesitated, standing there trying to muster her mind to the needle, and it ended by her taking the coral, though I don't believe she returned the pearls,—but we none of us ever saw them afterwards.