"That's long since," she breaks in. "I began with an up-the-stair, but I always had it in my mind—I never mentioned it, but there it was—to have the down-the-stair as well. Ay, and I've had it this many a year."
"Still, there is no denying that Jess had the same ambition."
"She had, but to her. two-roomed house she had to stick all her born days. Was that like me?"
"No, but she wanted——"
"She wanted, and I wanted, but I got and she didna. That's the difference betwixt her and me."
"If that is all the difference, it is little credit I can claim for having created her."
My mother sees that I need soothing. "That is far from being all the difference," she would say eagerly. "There's my silk, for instance. Though I say it mysel, there's not a better silk in the valley of Strathmore. Had Jess a silk of any kind—not to speak of a silk like that?"
"Well, she had no silk, but you remember how she got that cloak with beads."
"An eleven and a bit! Hoots, what was that to boast of! I tell you, every single yard of my silk cost——"
"Mother, that is the very way Jess spoke about her cloak!"
She lets this pass, perhaps without hearing it, for solicitude about her silk has hurried her to the wardrobe where it hangs.
