Didn't I tell you mauve was your colour?
Turn round.

Yes, dear, you look charming.

Where in the world, I wonder, did you all get that grand look of yours from ?--I don't mean your good looks merely, but that look of distinction.

Your father and mother have it too; but where did _they_ get it from?
You're a puzzle-family--all of you.

But wouldn't you like a cup of tea?
Come in," and she led the way indoors to a tiny, sweet-smelling boudoir on the left of the hall, of which a dainty glimpse, with its books and water-colours and bibelots, was to be caught from the terrace.
Everything about Myrtilla Williamson was scrupulously, determinedly dainty, from the flowered tea-gown about her slim, girlish figure,--her predilection for that then novel and suspected garment was regarded as a sure mark of a certain Parisian levity by her neighbours,--to her just a little "precious" enunciation.