It was mortifying in the extreme.

She expected a light silk, and kid gloves, and a beflowered hat.

Why, Lizzie looked a great deal finer.

Did Mrs.
Bailey rig her out this way for spite?
she wondered.
But, as it was too late to send Elizabeth back for more fitting garments, the old lady resigned herself to her disappointment.

The pink parasol was lovely, and Lizzie was wild over it.