If you saw those clothes once I guess you'd talk different.

Shoes and stockings, too." The girl effaced his grandeur with a shrug.
"That's nothing--everyone has mere Sunday clothes." "Is Miss Murtree that old lady that brings you to the Sunday-school ?" demanded Wilbur.
"Yes; she's my governess, and had to go to her dying mother, and I hope she gets a cruel stepmother that will be harsh to her childish sports, like that Mrs.Blunt was.

But she isn't old.

It's her beard makes her look so mature." "Aw!" cried both twins, denoting incredulity.
"She has, too, a beard! A little moustache and some growing on her chin.

When I first got 'Ben Blunt, or from Rags to Riches,' out of the Sunday-school library I asked her how she made it grow, because I wanted one to grow on me, but she made a scene and never did tell me.