The Miss Gunns will like to go down." "Sister," said Nancy, when they were alone, "you've offended the Miss Gunns, I'm sure." "What have I done, child ?" said Priscilla, in some alarm.
"Why, you asked them if they minded about being ugly--you're so very blunt." "Law, did I?
Well, it popped out: it's a mercy I said no more, for I'm a bad un to live with folks when they don't like the truth.

But as for being ugly, look at me, child, in this silver-coloured silk--I told you how it 'ud be--I look as yallow as a daffadil.

Anybody 'ud say you wanted to make a mawkin of me." "No, Priscy, don't say so.

I begged and prayed of you not to let us have this silk if you'd like another better.

I was willing to have _your_ choice, you know I was," said Nancy, in anxious self-vindication.
"Nonsense, child! you know you'd set your heart on this; and reason good, for you're the colour o' cream.