The black trimmings and drooping feathers set off the ivory pallor of her face and made the wonderful hair gleam like threads of precious metal.

She turned her head to judge it at very angle, surprised at her own beauty.

Presently she lifted it off her head as tenderly as if it were a crown, with the reverence of women for the things that increase their beauty.

She put it down as if it were made of glass.
"I'll git Miss Jones to alter the bow, an' put the feathers farther back," she said, like one in a dream.
"I thought yer wouldn't wear it at any price," said Chook, delighted, but puzzled.
"Sometimes you talk like a man that's bin drinkin'," said Pinkey, with the faintest possible smile..