But this year Miss Hetty Davenport, and Miss Ellen Dennie, and the blooming daughters of the governor, and the fair Maria Gridley had all illuminated their respective pews in the meeting-house with Leghorn flats--large and fine of braid, and tremulous with the delicacy of their fiber. Similar wonders appeared on the heads of the juvenile aristocracy of the Episcopal church; and the effect was immediate. Straw bonnets were "no where." To have a Leghorn was the thing; and Miss Hinsdale imported those of many qualities and prices, to suit customers. Nabby's was not of so fine a braid as that of the governor's daughters; still it was a real Leghorn hat, and her soul was satisfied. She wanted a female bosom to sympathize with her in this joy, and Dolly was the chosen one. Proud of this confidence, Dolly looked, exclaimed, admired, and assisted at the toilette-trial--yet somewhat wondering at the facility with which Nabby forgot all her stringent declarations of the morning before. "You don't suppose he would dare to kiss you again, Nabby?" Dolly suggested timidly, while Nabby stood at the glass with her bonnet on, patting her curls, shaking her head, pulling into place here a bow and there a flower. "Why, Dolly Cushing," said Nabby, laughing; "what a young 'un you are to remember things! I never saw such a child!" "But you said"----cried Dolly,-- "Oh, never mind what I said. Do you suppose I can't keep that fellow in order? I'd just like to have him try it again--and see what he'd get! There now, what do you think of that?" And Nabby turned round and showed a general twinkle of nodding flowers, fluttering ribbons, bright black eyes, and cheeks with laughing dimples which came and went as she spoke or laughed. "Nabby, I do declare, you are splendid," said Dolly. "Hiel said once you was the handsomest girl in Poganuc." "He did, did he? Well, I'll let him know a thing or two before I've done with him; and Almiry Smith, too, with her milk-and-water face and stringy curls." "Did that bonnet cost a great deal?" asked Dolly. "What do you mean, child?" asked Nabby, turning quickly and looking at her. "Nothing, only Mrs. Davenport said that hired girls were getting to dress just like ladies." Nabby flared up and grew taller, and seemed about to rise from the floor in spontaneous combustion. "I declare!" she said. "That's just like these 'ere stuck-up Town Hill folks. Do they think nobody's to have silk gowns and Leg'orn bonnets but them? Who 's a better right, I should like to know? Don't we _work_ for our money, and ain't it _ourn_? and ain't we just as good as they be? I'll buy just such clothes as I see fit, and if anybody don't like it why they may lump it, that's all. I've a better right to my bonnet than Hetty Davenport has to hers, for I earned the money to pay for it, and she just lives to do nothing, and be a bill of expense to her folks."