Ella had heard Henry say that he was partial to mazarine blue, and not suspecting that his preference arose from the fact of his having frequently seen her sister in a neatly fitting blue merino she determined to surprise him with his favorite color.

Accordingly, when Henry entered the parlor, he found her arrayed in a rich blue silk, made low in the neck with loose, full sleeves, and flounced to the waist.

The young man had just met Mary at the gate, and as usual after seeing her was in the worst of humors.
His first salutation to Ella was "Well, Mother Bunch, you look pretty, don't you ?" "I don't know.

Do I ?" said Ella, taking him literally.
"Do you ?" he repeated, with an impatient toss of his head.

"All but the pretty.