He always seemed a good deal of an exquisite in
town, and he lives in a handsome house. If to-day's experience at
the old farm disgusts him, so be it. My dress is clean and tidy,
if it is outgrown and darned; and mother is always neat, no matter
what she wears. I'm going through the day just as I planned; and
if he's too fine for us, now is the time to find it out. He may
have come just for a lark, and will laugh with his folks to-night
over the guy of a girl I appear; but I won't yield even to the
putting of a ribbon in my hair."
Mrs. Banning never permitted the serving of cold slops for coffee,
and Mr. Minturn had to sip the generous and fragrant beverage
slowly. Meanwhile, his thoughts were busy. "Bah! for the old
saying, 'Take the goods the gods send,'" he mused. "Go after your
goods and take your pick. I knew my head was level in coming out.
All is just as genuine as I supposed it would be--simple, honest,
homely. The girl isn't homely, though, but she's just as genuine
as all the rest, in that old dress which fits her like a glove.
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