"She's not sure it suits her." "Oh no! she wants to be in dirty black, looking as if she was wrapped in burnt paper.

It DOES suit you, and I say you look nice." She sniffed in her little way, pleased, but pretending to know better.
"Well," she said, "it's cost me just three shillings.

You couldn't have got it ready-made for that price, could you ?" "I should think you couldn't," he replied.
"And, you know, it's good stuff." "Awfully pretty," he said.
The blouse was white, with a little sprig of heliotrope and black.
"Too young for me, though, I'm afraid," she said.
"Too young for you!" he exclaimed in disgust.

"Why don't you buy some false white hair and stick it on your head." "I s'll soon have no need," she replied.

"I'm going white fast enough." "Well, you've no business to," he said.