------My young master in _London_ is dead! said _Obadiah_.--
------A green sattin night-gown of my mother's which had been twice scoured, was the first idea which _Obadiah's_ exclamation brought into _Susannah's_ head. --Well might _Locke_ write a chapter upon the imperfection of words. --Then, quoth _Susannah_, we must all go into mourning. --But note a second time: the word _mourning_, notwithstanding _Susannah_ made use of it herself--failed also of doing its office; it excited not one single idea, tinged either with grey or black, --all was green. ----The green sattin night-gown hung there still.

'My young master in London is dead!' said Obadiah.
A green satin night-gown of my mother's, which had been twice cleaned, was the first idea which Obadiah's exclamation brought into Susannah's head. - Well might Locke write a chapter upon the imperfection of words.
'Then,' quoth Susannah, 'we must all go into mourning.'
But note: the word mourning excited in Susannah's mind not one single idea tinged with grey or black. - All was the green of a green satin night-gown.
