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312 ‘Indeed he may be, for anything I could say to the contrary,’ replied Kate. ‘And drives very beautiful horses, doesn’t he?’ inquired another. ‘I dare say he may, but I never saw them,’ answered Kate. ‘Never saw them!’ interposed Miss Knag. ‘Oh, well! There it is at once you know; how can you possibly pronounce an opinion about a gentleman--hem--if you don’t see him as he turns out altogether?’ There was so much of the world--even of the little world of the country girl--in this idea of the old milliner, that Kate, who was anxious, for every reason, to change the subject, made no further remark, and left Miss Knag in possession of the field. After a short silence, during which most of the young people made a closer inspection of Kate’s appearance, and compared notes respecting it, one of them offered to help her off with her shawl, and the offer being accepted, inquired whether she did not find black very uncomfortable wear. ‘I do indeed,’ replied Kate, with a bitter sigh. ‘So dusty and hot,’ observed the same speaker, adjusting her dress for her. Kate might have said, that mourning is sometimes the coldest wear which mortals can assume; that it not only chills the breasts of those it clothes, but extending its influence to summer friends, freezes up their sources of good-will and kindness, and withering all the buds of promise they once so liberally put forth, leaves nothing but bared and rotten hearts exposed. There are few who have lost a friend or relative constituting in life their sole dependence, who have not keenly felt this chilling influence of |
