"I'm not sure--but I don't think it suits me exactly," she appeared to murmur in a strangled whisper, while she twisted her mouth, which held a jet-headed hatpin, into a quivering grimace.
"She's waiting on Matty French," said Mrs.Spencer, and she added impulsively, "I wonder what it is that men see in Gabriella.

You wouldn't call her really pretty, would you, Miss Lancaster ?" "Well, not exactly pretty, but she has an interesting face.

It is so full of life." "Can't you get her, mother ?" asked Florrie; and Mrs.Spencer, always eager to oblige, rustled across the room and pounced vivaciously upon the prim lady and Gabriella.
"We've been looking for you everywhere, Gabriella," she began, nodding agreeably to Miss French.

"Florrie has tried on all the hats in the room, and she wants you to tell her if that white Leghorn is becoming.
Good morning, Matty! That blue wing is so stylish.

I think you are very sensible to wear colours and not to stick to black as Susie Chamberlain does.