She asked if I kept it on from church home, too.

I didn't see the bearing of that remark.

I said that that was what I had done.

She said, "You wore it in church with that red Scotch plaid outside and glaring?
Didn't that attract any attention ?" Of course to continue such a dialogue would have been tedious and unprofitable, and I let it go, and took the consequences.
That was about 1849.

Tom Nash was a boy of my own age--the postmaster's son.