Elizabeth never did things by halves, and the parasol would be all that could possibly be desired without straining the family pocketbook any further.
So Elizabeth went to the picnic in a cool white dimity, plainly made, with tiny frills of itself, edged with narrow lace that did not shout to the unknowing multitude, "I am real!" but was content with being so; and with a white Panama hat adorned with only a white silken scarf, but whose texture was possible only at a fabulous price.

The shape reminded Elizabeth of the old felt hat belonging to her brother, which she had worn on her long trip across the continent.

She had put it on in the hat-store one day; and her grandmother, when she found how exquisite a piece of weaving the hat was, at once purchased it for her.

It was stylish to wear those soft hats in all sorts of odd shapes.

Madam Bailey thought it would be just the thing for the seashore.
Her hair was worn in a low coil in her neck, making the general appearance and contour of her head much as it had been three years before.