They vary so, the teasin' creatures! But one and all, whether they likes it or not, owns a woman's the better for bein' dressed in the fashion.

What do grieve me to my insidest heart, it is your bonnet.

What a bonnet that was lying beside her dear round arm in the po'trait, and her finger up making a dimple in her cheek, as if she was thinking of us in a sorrowful way.

That's the arts o' being lady-like--look sad-like.

How could we get a bonnet for you ?" "My own must do," said Rhoda.
"Yes, and you to look like lady and servant-gal a-goin' out for an airin'; and she to feel it! Pretty, that'd be!" "She won't be ashamed of me," Rhoda faltered; and then hummed a little tune, and said firmly--"It's no use my trying to look like what I'm not." "No, truly;" Mrs.Sumfit assented.