Sort of a Cinderella look about her now you mention it.

Couldn't you get her to come over and talk to me?
I'm horribly afraid of Mrs.Bullsom.

She'll come out of that dress if she tries to talk, and I know I shall laugh." "I'm sure I can," Brooks answered, rising with alacrity.

"I'll bring her over in a minute." Mary had just finished arranging a card-table when Brooks drew her on one side.
"About that subject!" he began.
"We shall scarcely have time to talk about it now, shall we ?" she answered.

"You will be wanted to play cards or something.