and she grew very nervous over it. It seemed dreadful to have all her husband's little personal effects, down to his neck-band and mittens, handled over, and their worth in shillings and pence calculated. She had a price fixed on them already in higher currency.
Ann found her crying one afternoon sitting on the kitchen settle, with her apron over her head. When she saw the little girl's pitying look, she poured out her trouble to her.
"They've just been valuing his mittens and gloves," said she, sobbing, "at two-and-sixpence. I shall be thankful, when they are through."
"Are there any more of his things?" asked Ann, her black eyes flashing, with the tears in them.
"I think they've seen about all. There's his blue jacket he used to milk in, a-hanging behind the shed-door—I guess they haven't valued that yet."
"I think it's a shame!" quoth Ann. "I don't believe there's any need of so much law."
"Hush, child! You mustn't set yourself up against the judgment of your elders. Such things have to be done."
