And I shall not dress thee out like a peacock with gay colours and great farthingales.

They would frighten thee, poor woman, and be a burden with their weight.

I have chosen such things as are not too splendid, but will suit thy pale face and shot partridge eyes." Anne stood in the middle of her room and looked about at its comforts, wondering.
"Sister," she said, "why are you so good to me?
What have I done to serve you?
Why is it Anne instead of Barbara you are so gracious to ?" "Perchance because I am a vain woman and would be worshipped as you worship me." "But you are always worshipped," Anne faltered.
"Ay, by men!" said Clorinda, mocking; "but not by women.

And it may be that my pride is so high that I must be worshipped by a woman too.

You would always love me, sister Anne.