Part 23 (1/2)

”Easy enough. See how she has got her hands folded over each other; n.o.body does that but somebody that has come from the country. See her hat, too; that's a country hat. If you could see her feet, you would see that she has great thick country shoes.”

Judy's eye as she spoke glanced down again at the floor where Matilda's feet stood; and it seemed to Matilda that the very leather of her boots could feel the look. _They_ were country boots. Did Judy mean, that?

”There's another country woman,” the young lady went on. ”See?--this one in a velvet cloak. That's a cotton velvet, though.”

”But how can you tell she's from the country?”

”She's all corners!” said Judith. ”Her cloak was made by a carpenter, and her head looks as if it was made by a mason. If you could see her open her mouth, I've no doubt you would find that it is square.

There!--here!--how would you like a cloak like this one?”

The two were looking at a child who pa.s.sed them just then, in a velvet cloak stiff with gimp and bugle embroidery.

”I don't think it is pretty,” said Matilda.

”It is rich,” said Judy. ”But it is not cut by anybody that knew how.

You can see that. Why don't you ask aunt Zara to let you have a black satin cloak?”

”Black satin?” said Matilda.

”Yes. Black satin. It is so rich; and it is not heavy; and there is more s.h.i.+ne to it than silk has. A black satin cloak trimmed with velvet--that is what I should like if I were you.”

A strong desire for a black satin cloak forthwith sprang up in Matilda's mind.

”There is not anything more fas.h.i.+onable,” Judy went on; ”and velvet is just the prettiest tr.i.m.m.i.n.g. When we go up to look at cloaks, you see if you can spy such a one; if you can't, it would be easy to get the stuff and have it made. Just as easy. I don't believe we shall find any ready made, for they are so fas.h.i.+onable, they will be likely to be all bought up. Dear me! what a figure that is!” exclaimed Judy, eying a richly dressed lady who brushed by them.

”Isn't her dress handsome?” Matilda asked.

”It was handsome before it was made up--it isn't now. Dresses are not cut that way now; and the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g is as old as the hills. I guess that has been made two or three years, that dress. And n.o.body wears a shawl now--unless it's a camel's hair. n.o.body would, that knew any better.”

”What is a camel's hair?” said Matilda.

”A peculiar sort of rough thick shawl,” said Judy. ”People wear them because they set off the rest of their dress; but country people don't know enough to wear them. Ask aunt Zara to get you a camel's hair shawl. I wish she would give me one, too.”

Matilda wondered why Miss Judith's mother did not get her one, if they were so desirable; but she did not feel at home enough with the young lady to venture any such suggestion. She only did wish very much privately that Mrs. Laval would choose for herself a black satin cloak; but on that score too she did not feel that she could make any requests. Mrs. Laval knew what was fas.h.i.+onable, at any rate, as well as her niece; that was one comfort.

Thinking this, Matilda followed her two companions up the wide staircase. Another world of shops and buyers and sellers up there! What a very wonderful place New York must be. And Stewart's.

”Does everybody come here?” she whispered to Judy.

”Pretty much everybody,” said that young lady. ”They have to.”

”Then they can't buy things anywhere else?”

”What do you mean?” said Judith looking at her.

”I mean, is this the only place where people can get things? are there any more stores beside this?”

Judith's eyes snapped in a way that Matilda resolved she would not provoke again.

”More stores?” she said. ”New York is _all_ stores, except the streets where people live.”