How could I?
Grand'ther _was_ a tailor, and I could not demean myself by assuring them that my father was a gentleman.
In the course of a month Aunt Mercy had my pink calico made up by the best dressmaker in Barmouth.

When I put it on I thought I looked better than I ever had before, and went into school triumphantly with it.

The girls surveyed me in silence; but criticised me.

At last Charlotte Alden asked me in a whisper if old Mr.Warren made my dress.
She wrote on a piece of paper, in large letters--"Girls, don't let's wear our pink calicoes again," and pushing it over to Elmira Sawyer, made signs that the paper should be passed to all the girls.

They read it, and turning to Charlotte Alden nodded.