She had seen advertisements.

Might her own hair be like that--"like tarnished gold," she put it?
Of course you had to keep putting the stuff on at the roots as it grew out.

But would her colour blend with that shade?
Patricia's skin had the warm fairness of new milk, but Winona was dusky.

Perhaps a deeper tint of auburn---- She was recalled from this perilous musing by Rapp, Senior, who came pressing his handkerchief to a brow damp from the last dance.

He bowed to Winona.
"May I have this pleasure ?" he said.