CHAPTER VII.
PEACE MAYTHORNE'S ROOM "Tis, too." "It isn't, either." "I know just as well as you." "No you don't any such a thing.

You've lived up here in this old country place all your life, and you don't know any more about the fashions than Mrs.Surly." "But I know it's perfectly ridiculous to rig up in white chenille and silver pins, when anybody's in such deep mourning as you.

_I_ wouldn't do it for anything." "I'll take care of myself, if you please, miss." "And _I_ know another thing, too." "You do?
A whole thing ?" "Yes, I do.

I know you're just as proud as you can be, and I've heard more'n one person say so.

All the girls think you're dreadfully stuck up about your dresses and things--so there!" "I don't care what the girls think, or you either.