For this quiet life in the garden, and on the country roads, it seemed to her that her dresses did very well.

The sense of discomfort excited by the elegance of her Florentine acquaintance died away.

And she would have thought it wrong and extravagant to spend unnecessary money.
So she had quietly ceased to think about her dress; and the blue and white check, to Eleanor's torment, had frequently to be borne with.
Even the promised invitation to the Embassy had not arrived.

It was said that the Ambassador's daughter had gone to Florence.

Only Lucy wished she had not written that letter to Uncle Ben from Florence:--that rather troubled and penitent letter on the subject of dress.