The delicate process of getting her narrow gown over her head without injury to her smooth curls, obliged Miss Priscilla to pause in this 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 s
