“I shall take my white lady’s-cloth gown,” I repeated obstinately.
“You don’t need it no more than what you do two heads, mem,” Nichola
maintained.
“But it is the first visit that I’ve made in three years, Nichola,” I
argued, “and it is quite the prettiest gown that I’ve had for--”
“Yah!” Nichola denied; “you’ve got four sides of a closet hung full.
An’ where you goin’ but down on a farm for three days? Take the kitchen
stove if you must, but leave the dress here. You’ll be laughed at for
fashionable!”