A braided effect was then tried, and instantly discarded; finally a double looping, without braids, low over the forehead, caught back with two dark-green bands, crossing like an X above the center of her forehead and fastened with a diamond sunburst, served admirably.
In her filmy, lacy boudoir costume of pink silk Aileen stood up and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror.
"Yes," she said, turning her head this way and that.
Then came the dress from Donovan's, rustling and crisping.

She slipped into it wonderingly, critically, while Fadette worked at the back, the arms, about her knees, doing one little essential thing after another.
"Oh, Madame!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, charmant! Ze hair, it go weeth it perfect.

It ees so full, so beyutiful here"-- she pointed to the hips, where the lace formed a clinging basque.

"Oh, tees varee, varee nize." Aileen glowed, but with scarcely a smile.