You look fine," answered Jane in all sincerity, as she made a survey of the costume.

"How does Lucy like it ?" "The darlin' don't like it at all; she says I look like a pall-bearer, and ye ought to hear her laughin' at the cap.

Is there anything the matter with it?
The pastor's wife's got one, anyhow, and she's a year younger'n me." "Don't mind her, Martha--she laughs at everything; and how good it is to hear her! She never saw you look so well," replied Jane, as she moved a jar from a table and placed it on the mantel to hold the blossoms she had picked in the garden.

"What's she doing upstairs so long ?" "Prinkin'-- and lookin' that beautiful ye wouldn't know her.

But the width and the thickness of her"-- here the wrinkled fingers measured the increase with a half circle in the air--"and the way she's plumped out--not in one place, but all over--well, I tell ye, ye'd be astonished! She knows it, too, bless her heart! I don't blame her.