Bring her up by all means.

We'll contrive to make some sort of a bargain with her." Sophy disappeared, and a moment or two later she ushered Mrs.Middlemass into the bedroom where the above conversation had taken place.
The pedler was a very stout person, with a red face, and the bundle which she carried in front of her and propelled first into the room, was of enormous dimensions.
"Good-day, Mrs.Bell," she said.

"Good-day, young ladies.

And what may I have the pleasure of serving you with to-day, Mrs.Bell?
I've got some elegant goods with me, just the style for your beautiful young ladies." With this speech, which was uttered with great gravity, Mrs.Middlemass proceeded to open her bundle, and to exhibit the worst muslin, cashmere, French merino, and other fabrics, which she offered for the highest price.
"There," she said, "there's a cashmere for you! Feel it between your finger and thumb, Mrs.Bell, mum, there's substance, there's quality.

It would make up lovely.