PART ONE
11. CHAPTER XI
(continued)
"Priscy," said Nancy, gently, as she fastened a coral necklace,
exactly like her own, round Priscilla's neck, which was very far
from being like her own, "I'm sure I'm willing to give way as far
as is right, but who shouldn't dress alike if it isn't sisters?
Would you have us go about looking as if we were no kin to one
another--us that have got no mother and not another sister in the
world? I'd do what was right, if I dressed in a gown dyed with
cheese-colouring; and I'd rather you'd choose, and let me wear what
pleases you."
"There you go again! You'd come round to the same thing if one
talked to you from Saturday night till Saturday morning. It'll be
fine fun to see how you'll master your husband and never raise your
voice above the singing o' the kettle all the while. I like to see
the men mastered!"
"Don't talk so, Priscy," said Nancy, blushing. "You know I
don't mean ever to be married."
"Oh, you never mean a fiddlestick's end!" said Priscilla, as she
arranged her discarded dress, and closed her bandbox. "Who shall
I have to work for when father's gone, if you are to go and take
notions in your head and be an old maid, because some folks are no
better than they should be? I haven't a bit o' patience with you--
sitting on an addled egg for ever, as if there was never a fresh un
in the world. One old maid's enough out o' two sisters; and I shall
do credit to a single life, for God A'mighty meant me for it. Come,
we can go down now. I'm as ready as a mawkin can be--there's
nothing awanting to frighten the crows, now I've got my ear-droppers
in."
As the two Miss Lammeters walked into the large parlour together,
any one who did not know the character of both might certainly have
supposed that the reason why the square-shouldered, clumsy,
high-featured Priscilla wore a dress the facsimile of her pretty
sister's, was either the mistaken vanity of the one, or the
malicious contrivance of the other in order to set off her own rare
beauty. But the good-natured self-forgetful cheeriness and
common-sense of Priscilla would soon have dissipated the one
suspicion; and the modest calm of Nancy's speech and manners told
clearly of a mind free from all disavowed devices.
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