He looked at it intently, then rose and took it in his hand.
"Well, I swan!" he exclaimed.

"Either what my head's been the fullest of lately has struck to my eyesight, or else--why, say, Jim, that's Caroline, ain't it ?" Pearson colored and seemed embarrassed.

"Yes," he answered, "that is Miss Warren." "Humph! Good likeness, too! But what kind of rig has she got on?
I've seen her wear a good many dresses--seems to have a different one for every day, pretty nigh--but I never saw her in anything like that.
Looks sort of outlandish; like one of them foreign girls at Geneva--or Leghorn, say." "Yes.

That is an Italian peasant costume.

Miss Warren wore it at a fancy dress ball a year ago." "Want to know! I-talian peasant, hey! Fifth Avenue peasant with diamonds in her hair.