honor and with good buttonholes.

"Well," she sez, the first thing after she had unrolled the
alpacky, and held it up to the light to see if it was firm -- sez
she:

"I s'pose you are goin' to have it made with a long train, and low
neck and short sleeves, and the waist all girted down to a taper?"

I wuz agast at the idee, and to think Alminy should broach it to
me, and I give her a piece of my mind that must have lasted her
for days and days. It wuz a long piece, and firm as iron. But
she is a woman who likes to have the last word and carry out her
own idees, and she insisted that nobody was allowed in Saratoga --
that they wuz outlawed, and laughed at if they didn't have trains
and low necks, and little mites of waists no bigger than
pipe-stems.

Sez I, "Alminy Hagidone, do you s'pose that I, a woman of my age,
and a member of the meetin' house, am a goin' to wear a low-necked
dress?"

"Why not?," sez she, "it is all the fashion and wimmen as old agin
as you be wear 'em."

Well, sez I, "It is a shame and a disgrace if they do, to say
nothin' of the wickedness of it. Who do you s'pose wants to see
their old skin and bones? It haint nothin' pretty anyway. And as
fer the waists bein' all girted up and drawed in, that is nothin'
but crushed bones and flesh and vitals, that is just crowdin' down