In the fashion! I must come back to this.

Never was a woman with such an eye for it.

She had no fashion-plates; she did not need them.

The minister's wife (a cloak), the banker's daughters (the new sleeve)--they had but to pass our window once, and the scalp, so to speak, was in my mother's hands.

Observe her rushing, scissors in hand, thread in mouth, to the drawers where her daughters' Sabbath clothes were kept.