She could take an old straw-hat form, a ribbon, a feather, or a rose, and with an innate artistry of feeling turn it into a bit of millinery which somehow was just the effective thing for her.

She chose naive combinations of white and blues, pinks and white, browns and pale yellows, which somehow suggested her own soul, and topped them with great sashes of silky brown (or even red) ribbon tied about her waist, and large, soft-brimmed, face-haloing hats.

She was a graceful dancer, could sing a little, could play feelingly--sometimes brilliantly--and could draw.

Her art was a makeshift, however; she was no artist.

The most significant thing about her was her moods and her thoughts, which were uncertain, casual, anarchic.