’No！’saidhe，shakinghishead。’Ijudgethembymyself。Iftherearecloudsinthesky，andIamgettinginthehayjustreadyforloading，andrainsuretocomeinthenight，IshouldlookilluponbrotherRobinsonifhecameintothefieldtospeakaboutseriousthings。’
’But，atanyrate，father，youdogoodtothewomen，andperhapstheyrepeatwhatyouhavesaidtothemtotheirhusbandsandchildren？’
’Itistobehopedtheydo，forIcannotreachthemendirectly;butthewomenareapttotarrybeforecomingtome，toputonribbonsandgauds;
asiftheycouldhearthemessageIbeartothembestintheirsmartclothes。
MrsDobsonto-day——Phillis，Iamthankfulthoudostnotcareforthevanitiesofdress！’