Now they're all yours." "But they belong to you, Aunt Sylvia." Sylvia took up the most valuable thing there, a really good pearl necklace, and held it dangling from her skinny hand.

"I should look pretty with this around my neck, shouldn't I ?" she said.

"I wanted to wear that pink silk, but when it comes to some things I ain't quite out of my mind.

Here, try it on." Rose clasped the necklace about her white, round throat, and smiled at herself in the glass.

Rose wore a gown of soft, green China silk, and the pearls over its lace collar surrounded her face with soft gleams of rose and green.
"These amethysts are exquisite," said Rose, after she had done admiring herself.