Norma's got a perfectly wonderful cloak made of a dark green felt piano cover." Kit helped her select a dull violet goods, with white underslip that showed through the slashes in the sleeves.

Anne had been hovering over an old rose that absolutely killed any glint of color in her light brown hair.
"Never, never," warned Kit, "let old rose come near you, if you've got freckles or sandy hair.

Don't you notice, Anne, how I cling to all the soft pastel nondescript tones?
That's because my eldest sister is an artist, and we all have to live up to it more or less now.

When Jean wants a new dress she slips away and communes with nature, until she's hit the right tone values.

You should have seen her face one day when some one asked Doris her favorite color, and she said, 'plaid.'" "We're going to be late to rehearsal," Anne declared with a sigh, as they rose to leave.
"We are late now," rejoined Kit, cheerfully.