'I am so sorry.'
'It should not rain on such days. Mother has gone to church.'
'Oh;--indeed. I like going to church myself sometimes.'
'Do you now?'
'I know what would make me like to go to church.'
'And father is at the Athenaeum. He goes there to do a little
light reading in the library on Sunday afternoon.'
'I shall never forget yesterday, Miss Boncassen.'
'You wouldn't if your clothes had been spoilt as mine were.'
'Money will repair that.'
'Well; yes; but when I've had a petticoat flounced particularly to
order I don't like to see it ill-used. There are emotions of the
heart which money can't touch.'
'Just so;--emotions of the heart. That's the very phrase.'
She was determined if possible to prevent a repetition of the
scene which had taken place up at Mrs de Bever's temple. 'All my
emotions are about my dress.'
'All?'
'Well; yes; all. I guess I don't care much for eating and
drinking.' In saying this she actually contrived to produce
something of a nasal twang.
'Eating and drinking!' said Dolly.
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