It's got to be done, anyhow, whether I go or not.

It's been on my mind for some time." Amanda got out her best black dress from the closet, and sat down to alter the shoulder seams.

"I don't care nothin' about this muslin sacque," said she, "but I ain't goin' to have Mis' Babcock measurin' my shoulder seams every single minute if I do go, an' they may be real dressy down where Mis' Field is." Amanda sewed until ten o'clock; then she went to bed, but she slept little.

She was up early the next morning.

Adoniram Babcock came over about eight o'clock; the windows and blinds were all flung wide open, the braided rugs lay out in the yard.