"Rub my cheeks with cologne, Sarah, and see if that won't bring some color into them.

There, that'll do.

Now hand me my dress.

Oh, isn't it beautiful ?" she continued, as she threw aside the thickly wadded double gown, and assumed a light, thin dress, which fell in soft, fleecy folds around her slight figure.
"Faith, an ye looks sweet, God bless you," said Sarah as she clasped the diamond bracelet around the snowy arms and fastened the costly ornaments in the delicate ears.
When her toilet was completed, Rose stood up before the long mirror, and a glow of pride came to her cheeks, as she saw how lovely she really was.
"You's enough sight handsomer than Miss Jenny," whispered Sarah, as the door opened and Jenny appeared, more simply arrayed than her sister, but looking as fresh and blooming as a rose-bud.
"How beautiful you are, Rosa," said she, "only it makes me shiver to look at your neck and arms.

You'll wear your woollen sack, besides your shawl and cloak, won't you ?" "Nonsense, I'm not going to be bundled up this way, for don't you see it musses the lace," said Rose, refusing the warm sack which Jenny brought her.
A rap at the door and a call from Henry that the carriage was waiting, ended the conversation, and throwing on their cloaks and hoods, the girls descended to the hall, where with unusual tenderness Henry caught up his invalid sister, and drawing her veil closely over her face, carried her to the covered sleigh, so that her feet might not touch the _icy walk_.
"What! Rose Lincoln here!" exclaimed half a dozen voices as Rose bounded into the dressing-room.
"Yes, Rose Lincoln _is_ here," she replied, gayly divesting herself of her wrapping.