I think she was not sorry there should be some weak point in the fashionable mourning in which she did not share.
I turned to Mr.George, as usual.
"Aren't they real tucks, Mr.George ?" But Mr.George had a strange look on his face which puzzled and disconcerted me.

He only said, "Good heavens!" And all my after efforts were vain to find out what he meant, and why he looked in that strange manner.
Little things that puzzle one in childhood remain long in one's memory.
For years I puzzled over that look of Mr.George's, and the remembrance never was a pleasant one.

It chilled my enthusiasm for my new dress at the time, and made me feel inclined to cry.

I think I have lived to understand it.
But I was not insensible of my great loss, though I took pride in my fashionable mourning.

I do not think I much connected the two in my mind.