She's dressed in all her gimcracks and wants your expert opinion.

I've got to go----" "Where is she ?" "In her room.

I'm going out to the hatchery with Kathleen----" "Come and see Rosalie with me, first," said Duane, passing his arm through Scott's and steering him down the sunny corridor.
When they knocked, Mrs.Dysart admitted them, revealing herself in full costume, painted and powdered, the blinds pulled down, and the electric lights burning behind their rosy shades.
"It's my final dress rehearsal," she explained.

"Mr.Mallett, _is_ my hair sufficiently a la Lamballe to suit you ?" "Yes, it is.

You're a perfect little porcelain figurette! There's not an anachronism in you or your make-up.