I believe it will be becoming.

I should have tried it long ago myself; only it seems a trifle too youthful for hair that is beginning to turn gray." Elizabeth watched her grandmother in wonder.

Here truly was a new phase of woman.

She did not care about great facts, but only about little things.
Her life was made up of the great pursuit of fashion, just like Lizzie's.
Were people in cities all alike?
No, for he, the one man she had met in the wilderness, had not seemed to care.

Maybe, though, when he got back to the city he did care.