Folks called her "chickie," for she was really as tender and as fresh-looking as a chicken.
There was one dress which suited her perfectly, a white one with pink dots.

It was very simple and without a frill.

The skirt was rather short and revealed her ankles.

The sleeves were deeply slashed and loose, showing her arms to the elbow.

She pinned the neck back into a wide V as soon as she reached a dark corner of the staircase to avoid getting her ears boxed by her father for exposing the snowy whiteness of her throat and the golden shadow between her breasts.