"Ah, mother, I am afraid that was very like Jess!"
"How could it be like her when she didna even have a wardrobe? I tell you what, if there had been a real Jess and she had boasted to me about her cloak with beads, I would have said to her in a careless sort of voice, 'Step across with me, Jess, and I'll let you see something that is hanging in my wardrobe.' That would have lowered her pride!"
"I don't believe that is what you would have done, mother."
Then a sweeter expression would come into her face. "No," she would say reflectively, "it's not."
"What would you have done? I think I know."
"You canna know. But I'm thinking I would have called to mind that she was a poor woman, and ailing, and terrible windy about her cloak, and I would just have said it was a beauty and that I wished I had one like it."
"Yes, I am certain that is what you would have done. But oh, mother, that is just how Jess would have acted if some poorer woman than she had shown her a new shawl."
"Maybe, but though I hadna boasted about my silk I would have wanted to do it."
"Just as Jess would have been fidgeting to show off her eleven and a bit!"
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