"I was helping Emma Jane choose aprons, and did n't think you 'd mind which color I had. Pink keeps clean just as nice as brown, and Mr. Watson says it 'll boil without fading."
"Mr. Watson 's a splendid judge of washing, I guess. I don't approve of children being rigged out in fancy colors, but I 'll see what your aunt Jane thinks."
"I think it would be all right to let Rebecca have one pink and one blue gingham," said Jane. "A child gets tired of sewing on one color. It 's only natural she should long for a change; besides she 'd look like a charity child always wearing the same brown with a white apron. And it 's dreadful unbecoming to her!"
"'Handsome is as handsome does,' say I. Rebecca never 'll come to grief along of her beauty, that 's certain, and there 's no use in humoring her to think about her looks. I believe she 's vain as a peacock now, without anything to be vain of."
"She 's young and attracted to bright things—that 's all. I remember well enough how I felt at her age."
"You was considerable of a fool at her age, Jane."
"Yes, I was, thank the Lord! I only wish I 'd known how to take a little of my foolishness along with me, as some folks do, to brighten my declining years."
