"I like to see old people holding on, not losing interest in their appearance, making a brave show to the end....

Did you never see anyone use powder before, Jean?
Your eyes in the glass look so surprised." "Oh, I beg your pardon," said Jean, in great confusion, "I didn't mean to stare--" She hastily averted her eyes.
Pamela looked at her with an amused smile.
"There's nothing actively immoral about powdering one's nose, you know, Jean.

Did Great-aunt Alison tell you it was wrong ?" "Great-aunt Alison never talked about such things," Jean said, flushing hotly.

"I don't think it's wrong, but I don't see that it's an improvement.

I couldn't take any pleasure in myself if my face were made up." Pamela swung round on her chair and laid her hands on Jean's shoulders.
"Jean," she said, "you're within an ace of being a prig.