Dressing for the Evening

“Is it necessary to change my frock?”
“Yes, you had better: I always dress for the evening when Mr Rochester is here.”
This additional ceremony seemed somewhat stately; however, I repaired to my room, and, with Mrs Fairfax’s aid, replaced my black stuff dress by one of black silk; the best and the only additional one I had, except one of light grey, which, in my Lowood notions of the toilette, I thought too fine to be worn, except on first-rate occasions.
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“You want a brooch,” said Mrs Fairfax. I had a single little pearl ornament which Miss Temple gave me as a parting keepsake: I put it on, and then we went downstairs.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

You Gotta Be Hardy

Old woman in sunbonnet by Doris Ulmann
Oh, lots of things happen to folks. Sickness or being poor and hungry, being old and a-feared to die. That’s the way it is, cradle to grave, and you can stand it. There’s just one way: you gotta be hardy. You gotta be. You can’t deserve the sweet and tender in life unless’n you’re tough.
Aunt Eller from Oklahoma!