The boy looked very handsome, in a black velvet suit with lace ruffles at the wrists and knees, and long white stockings with black slippers.

He was clever, too, in assuming the character, and walked with stiff, jerky strides, like a mechanical doll that had just been wound up.
Kitty was a dream of beauty.

She was a little flower girl, of course, and wore the daintiest sort of a Dolly Varden costume.

Her overdress of flowered muslin was caught up at the sides in panniers over a quilted skirt of light blue satin.

A broad-brimmed leghorn hat with a wreath of roses, and fluttering blue ribbons, sat jauntily on her golden hair.