"Quite perfect! You need that touch of colour, and it blends with everything.

How I envy you! Oh why doesn't some one ask me, so I can have things like these?
I think your brother is a genius.

I'm going to ride to Westchester tomorrow and give him an order to fill for me the next time he goes to the city.

No one shows me such fabrics when I go, and Aunt Beatrice sends nothing from London I like nearly so well.

Oh! Oh!" She was on her knees now, lifting the skirt to set under little white satin slippers with gold buckles, and white bead buttons.