I have a _lovely_ pale blue Henrietta-cloth, made like that rose-colored gown of yours that I admire so much, and that you SAID I might copy.

Mamma says it was _awfully_ good of you, and that _she_ wouldn't let any one copy _her_ French dresses if she had them; but I told her you _were_ awfully good, and that was why.

Well, then I have a white nun's-veiling, made with triple box-plaits, and a _lovely_ pointed overskirt, copied from a Donovan dress of Mamma's; and a dark-red surah, and oh! a perfect "frou-frou" of wash-dresses, of course; two _sweet_ white lawns, one trimmed with valenciennes (I _hate_ valenciennes, you know, but Mamma _will_ make me have it, because she thinks it is _jeune fille_!), and one with the new Russian lace; and a pink sateen, and two or three light chambrays.
But now I know you will be _dying_ to hear about my hats; for you always say that the hat _makes_ the costume; and so it _does_! Well, my dearest, I have _one_ Redfern hat, and _only_ one.

Mamma says I cannot expect to have more until I come out, which is _bitter_.

However, this one is a _beauty_, and yet cost _only_ thirty dollars.