them dresses pictured out in them there papers."

"I've not the least doubt of it."

"And I suppose they are th' kind th' girls you know, down in th'
bluegrass, wear for ev'ry day!" she sighed.

He looked at her in quick compassion and in protest.

"Madge," he said, "please listen to me. It's not dress that makes the
woman, any more than it is coats that make the man. You would like me
just as well if I were dressed in homespun, wouldn't you?"

"That's different."

"It isn't; it's not, a bit."

"Laws, yes! It's--oh--heaps different!" She nodded her lovely head in
firm conviction. "It's heaps different and I'm goin' to know more about
such things as clo'es. I ain't plumb _poverty_ poor, like lots o' folks,
here in th' mountings. I got land down in th' valley I get rent
from--fifty dollars, every year! I'm goin' to find out about such
things."

He looked at her, almost worried. It would be a pity, he thought
instantly, for this charming child of nature to become sophisticated and
be fashionably gowned; but, of course, he made no protest.

"You can learn a little something about such things if you stay right
here," said he. "I'm going to have visitors, sometime before the