The very folds of dark-green cloth seemed to bring a grace into her movements.

The green velvet hat with its long curling plumes of green and cream-color seemed to be resting lovingly above the beautiful hair that was arranged so naturally and becomingly.
Elizabeth wore her lovely ermine collar and muff without ever knowing they were costly.

They all seemed so fitting and quiet and simple, so much less obtrusive than Lizzie's pink silk waist and cheap pink plumes.

Elizabeth liked it, and walked to church beside her grandmother with a happy feeling in her heart.
The church was just across the Square.

Its tall brown stone spire and arched doorways attracted Elizabeth when she first came to the place.