However, he
prophesied that the fashion can't continue much longer anyway, because
there soon won't be any birds left, and then, he says, we'll have a
world without its sweetest music. It will be hushed by the folly of
woman.
"Oh, Nell, don't you dislike to have anybody lecture you like that? It
makes one feel so uncomfortable. I don't suppose it's so very wrong to
wear bird trimming or our minister's wife wouldn't do it. You know her
black velvet hat with that big bird on it with the red points on the
wings, is one of the most striking hats that come to church. And her
feather muff is so elegant, awfully expensive too. And what would her
hat look like without that bird on it, I'd like to know? So if it
isn't wicked for her it isn't wicked for us, Nell, and I'm not going to
give up looking nice just to please papa. He'd like to have me dress
as antiquated as old Mrs. Noah when she came out of the ark, but I'm
not going to encourage him in his old-fashioned notions. And here,
Nell, just listen to this! Don't you think, he says the Episcopal
Prayer Book ought to be revised for the women worshipers and omit that
part of the litany where it says, 'From pride, vain-glory, and
hypocrisy, good Lord, deliver us.' What fol-de-rol!" And being out of
breath she stopped talking and they walked away down the street
together.
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