I do n't know what sort of a way you 'd bedizen yourself out if I 'd let you , I 'm sure . It 's fortunate you have somebody to keep you from making a fool of yourself . I 'm going to town tomorrow and I 'll pick you out a suitable black bonnet . You 'd look nice starring round in leghorn and forget-me-nots , now , would n't you ? '' Mary Isabel privately thought she would , but she gave in , of course , although she did hate bitterly that unbought , unescapable bonnet . `` Well , do as you think best , Louisa , '' she said with a sigh . `` I suppose it does n't matter much . Nobody cares how I look anyhow . But ca n't I go to town with you ? I want to pick out my new silk . '' `` I 'm as good a judge of black silk as you , '' said Louisa shortly . `` It is n't safe to leave the house alone . '' `` But I do n't want a black silk , '' cried Mary Isabel . `` I 've worn black so long ; both my silk dresses have been black . I want a pretty silver-grey , something like Mrs. Chester Ford 's . '' `` Did anyone ever hear such nonsense ? '' Louisa wanted to know , in genuine amazement . `` Silver-grey silk is the most unserviceable thing in the world . There 's nothing like black for wear and real elegance . No , no , Mary Isabel , do n't be foolish .
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