"It is very rare--such chic.

You wear your clothes with a grace." "That, also, is a marketable asset in a dressmaker," laughed Gabriella.
"Do you know I ought to have been a dressmaker, Madame.

Only I hate the very sight of a needle." "But I never sew! I haven't had a needle in my hand for twenty years--no, not for thirty," protested Madame.
"Then I mustn't give up hope.

If I ever have to earn my living, I'll come to you, Madame." Then Madame bowed and smiled and shrugged as if at a gracious jest, and Mrs.Fowler observed in her crisp, matter-of-fact manner: "Yes, my daughter has a genuine instinct for dress, and, as you say, that is very rare.

She carries her clothes well, doesn't she?
It's such a blessing to be tall--though my husband insists that the women who have ruled the world have always been small ones.