I never bought any."
"Bought! No; hardly. You are hardly at the age to _buy_ lace
yet. But you have worn a good deal of it."
"I cannot tell what it costs by looking at it," I answered.
"Well, _I_ can. And you will, one day, I hope; if you ever do
anything like other people."
"Is it costly, ma'am?"
"Your lace is rather costly," my aunt said, with a tone which
I felt implied satisfaction.
"How much?" I asked.
"How much does it cost? Why it is the countryman's question
over again, Daisy. Lace is all sort of prices. But the lace
you wear, is, I judge, somewhere about three and five, and one
of your dresses, ten, dollars a yard. That is pretty rich lace
for a young lady of your years to wear."
I never wore it, I must explain, unless in small quantity,
except on state occasions when my mother dressed me as a part
of herself.
"No, I am wrong," my aunt added presently; "that dress I am
thinking of is richer than that; the lace on that robe was
never bought for ten dollars, or fifteen either.
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