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 begun 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.'
'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.
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