"Somehow, those home-made dresses never look right.

They don't sit properly.

We weren't a bit like the other girls at Mrs.
Meadowsweet's a fortnight ago." "No," said Alice, "we weren't.

The Bertrams had nothing but full skirts and baby bodies, and sashes round their waists, just like little girls.
Mabel Bertram's dress was only down to her ankles--nothing could have been plainer--no style at all, and yet we didn't look like them." "Well," said the mother, bristling and bridling, "handsome dresses or not, _somebody_ admired _somebody_ at that party, or I'm greatly mistaken.

Well, Matty dear, what would you fancy for evening wear?
If my purse will stand it you shall have it.