’Dear! and are you going to dine at Thornton’s at Marlborough Mills?’

‘Yes, Bessy.  Why are you so surprised?’

‘Oh, I dunno.  But they visit wi’ a’ th’ first folk in Milton.’

’And you don’t think we’re quite the first folk in Milton, eh, Bessy?’ Bessy’s cheeks flushed a little at her thought being thus easily read.

‘Well,’ said she, ‘yo’ see, they thinken a deal o’ money here and I reckon yo’ve not getten much.’

‘No,’ said Margaret, ’that’s very true.  But we are educated people, and have lived amongst educated people.  Is there anything so wonderful, in our being asked out to dinner by a man who owns himself inferior to my father by coming to him to be instructed?  I don’t mean to blame Mr. Thornton.  Few drapers’ assistants, as he was once, could have made themselves what he is.’

‘But can yo’ give dinners back, in yo’r small house?  Thornton’s house is three times as big.’

’Well, I think we could manage to give Mr. Thornton a dinner back, as you call it.  Perhaps not in such a large room, nor with so many people.  But I don’t think we’ve thought about it at all in that way.’

‘I never thought yo’d be dining with Thorntons,’ repeated I Bessy.  ‘Why, the mayor hissel’ dines there; and the members of Parliament and all.’

’I think I could support the honour of meeting the mayor of Milton.

‘But them ladies dress so grand!’ said Bessy, with an anxious look at Margaret’s print gown, which her Milton eyes appraised at sevenpence a yard.  Margaret’s face dimpled up into a merry laugh.  ’Thank You, Bessy, for thinking so kindly about my looking nice among all the smart people.  But I’ve plenty of grand gowns,—­a week ago, I should have said they were far too grand for anything I should ever want again.  But as I’m to dine at Mr. Thornton’s, and perhaps to meet the mayor, I shall put on my very best gown, you may be sure.’

‘What win yo’ wear?’ asked Bessy, somewhat relieved.

‘White silk,’ said Margaret.  ’A gown I had for a cousin’s wedding, a year ago.

‘That’ll do!’ said Bessy, falling back in her chair.  ’I should be loth to have yo’ looked down upon.

’Oh!  I’ll be fine enough, if that will save me from being looked down upon in Milton.’

‘I wish I could see you dressed up,’ said Bessy.  ’I reckon, yo’re not what folk would ca’ pretty; yo’ve not red and white enough for that.  But dun yo’ know, I ha’ dreamt of yo’, long afore ever I seed yo’.’

‘Nonsense, Bessy!’

‘Ay, but I did.  Yo’r very face,—­looking wi’ yo’r clear steadfast eyes out o’ th’ darkness, wi’ yo’r hair blown off from yo’r brow, and going out like rays round yo’r forehead, which was just as smooth and as straight as it is now,—­and yo’ always came to give me strength, which I seemed to gather out o’ yo’r deep comforting eyes,—­and yo’ were drest in shining raiment—­just as yo’r going to be drest.  So, yo’ see, it was yo’!’