I made her three good, warm, serviceable ones this fall, and anything more is sheer extravagance.

There's enough material in those sleeves alone to make a waist, I declare there is.

You'll just pamper Anne's vanity, Matthew, and she's as vain as a peacock now.

Well, I hope she'll be satisfied at last, for I know she's been hankering after those silly sleeves ever since they came in, although she never said a word after the first.

The puffs have been getting bigger and more ridiculous right along; they're as big as balloons now.