She had pink cheeks and snow-white hair which she wore in quaint little puffs over her ears.
"It's a very old-fashioned way," she said, knitting industriously at something as dainty and pink as a sunset cloud.

"But _I_ am old-fashioned.

My clothes are, and it stands to reason my opinions are, too.

I don't say they're any the better of that, mind you.

In fact, I daresay they're a good deal the worse.