rapid survey of life, and Mrs. Osgood seized the opportunity of rising and saying:
'Well, niece, you'll follow us. The Miss Gunns will like to go down.'
'Sister,' said Nancy, when they were alone, 'you've offended the Miss Gunns, I'm sure.'
'What have I done, child?' said Priscilla, in some alarm.
'Why, you asked them if they minded about being ugly—you're so very blunt.'
'Law, did I? Well, it popped out: It's a mercy I said no more, for I'm a bad un to live with folks when they don't like the truth. But as for being ugly, look at me, child, in this silver-coloured silk—I told you how it 'ud be—I look as yallow as a daffadil. Anybody 'ud say you wanted to make a mawkin of me.'
'No, Priscy, don't say so. I begged and prayed of you not to let us have this silk if you'd like another better. I was willing to have your choice, you know I was,' said Nancy, in anxious self-vindication.
'Nonsense, child, you know you'd set your heart on this; and reason good, for you're the colour o' cream. It 'ud be fine doings for you to dress yourself to suit my skin. What I find fault with, is that notion o' yours as I must dress myself just like you. But you do as you like with me—you always did, from when first you began to walk. If you wanted to go the field's length, the field's length you'd go; and there was no whipping you, for you looked as prim and innicent as a daisy all the while.'
