Well, no matter, I'll lend you some of mine; or we'll crib some out of mamma's jewel-case; I know where she hides the key." "Thank you, Ethelyn, but I wouldn't wear borrowed ornaments, and I don't want to wear jewelry anyway.

I'm not old enough." "Oh, you are too! what silly, old-fashioned notions you have.

And besides, while you're with us, mamma said you must do whatever we want you to." So Patty reluctantly allowed Ethelyn to clasp a necklace round her throat, and slip several jingling bangles on her wrists.
"There!" said Ethelyn, adding an emerald brooch, which she had selected from her mother's collection, "now you don't look like a pauper anyhow." "But I don't feel comfortable, Ethelyn, and besides, suppose I should lose these things." "Oh, you won't lose them; and if you should, I don't believe mamma would scold much.

She'd like it better than if I let you go looking like a nobody, and have the Mahoneys think our cousin was poor." Ethelyn herself was resplendent in red silk trimmed with spangled lace.

She wore shining slippers with high French heels, and all the jewelry she could cram on to her small person.
Florelle looked like a fairy in a short little white frock, all fine muslin and lace, with ruffles and frills that stood out in every direction.