“One day when I was at the Pacewalks’ and we were sitting alone, he looked at me and my clothes, and then he said, ’I wish Judith cared more for clothes than she does.  I do not mean getting herself up for high days and holidays, but her everyday clothes.  I like a woman to wear neat and becoming things all the time.’  ‘I am sure,’ I said, ’Judith’s clothes are always very neat!’

“‘If you mean clean,’ he said, ’I will agree to that, but when the color is all washed out of a thing, or it is faded in streaks like that blue gown she wears, the wearing of it day after day is bound to make a person think that a young woman does not care how she looks to her own family, and I do not like young women not to care how they look to their families, especially when calico is only twelve cents a yard, and needles and thread cost almost nothing.’  ‘Matthias,’ said I, ’I expect you have been to see Dorcas Stone, and are comparing her clothes with Judith’s.  Now, Dorcas’ father is a well-to-do man, and Judith hasn’t any father, and she does the best she can with the clothes she has.’  ’It is not money I am talking about,’ he said, ’it is disposition.  If a young woman wants to look well in her own family, she will find some way to do it.  At any rate, she could let it be seen that she is not satisfied to look like a dowdy.’  And then he went away.

“This was the first time that Matthias had ever spoken to me about Judith, and I knew just as well as if he had told me that it was Dorcas Stone’s clothes that had got him into that way of thinking.

“More than that, I knew he would never have taken the trouble to say that much about Judith if he had not been taking more interest in her than he ever had before.  He was a practical, businesslike man, and I believed then, and I believe now, that he was looking for some one to be mistress of Cobhurst, and if Judith had suited his ideas of what such a woman ought to be, he would have preferred her to any one else.  I think that was about as far as he was likely to go in such matters at that time, though of course if he had gotten a loving wife, he might have become a loving husband, for Matthias was a good fellow at bottom, though rather hard on top.

“When he had gone, I went straight upstairs to Judith, and said to her, if she knew what was good for her, she would get out that teaberry gown and put it on for supper, and wear it regularly at meals and at all times when it would be suitable as a house gown.  ’I shall do nothing of the sort,’ she said; ’I got it to wear when I go to Cobhurst, and I shall keep it until then.  If I put it on now, it will be a poor-looking thing by spring.’  I told her that was all nonsense, and she could wear that and get another in the spring, but she shook her head and was not to be moved.  Now, I would have been glad enough to give her the stuff to make a new gown, but I had hinted at that sort of thing before, and did not intend to do it again, for she was a good deal prouder than she was poor.  Nor could I think of telling her what Matthias had said, for not only was she very sensitive, and would have been hurt that he should have talked to me in that way about her, but she would not have consented to dress herself on purpose to please a man’s fancy.