"Now, let me see, there's my new gray walking suit, just curl up the feather in my hat, Beth, then my poplin for Sunday and the small party, it looks heavy for spring, doesn't it?
The violet silk would be so nice.

Oh, dear!" "Never mind, you've got the tarlaton for the big party, and you always look like an angel in white," said Amy, brooding over the little store of finery in which her soul delighted.
"It isn't low-necked, and it doesn't sweep enough, but it will have to do.

My blue housedress looks so well, turned and freshly trimmed, that I feel as if I'd got a new one.

My silk sacque isn't a bit the fashion, and my bonnet doesn't look like Sallie's.

I didn't like to say anything, but I was sadly disappointed in my umbrella.