While thus engaged Aunt Mercy came for me, and began to scold when she saw that I had tumbled my clothes out of the trunk.
"Aunt Mercy, these things are horrid, all of them.

Look at this shawl," and I unrolled a square silk fabric, the color of a sick orange.

"Where did this come from ?" "Saints upon earth!" she exclaimed, "your father bought it at the best store in New York.

It was costly." "Now tell me, why do the pantalettes of those girls look so graceful?
They do not twirl round the ankle like a rope, as mine do." "I can't say," she answered, with a sigh.

"But you ought to wear long dresses; now yours are tucked, and could be let down." "And these red prunella boots--they look like boiled crabs." I put them on, and walked round the room crab-fashion, till she laughed hysterically.