"How thick it is!" said she.
"Yes, it's a good piece," Charlotte replied.
"You thought you'd have purple ?" "Yes, he liked it." "Well, it's pretty, and it's becoming to you." Charlotte took up the skirt, and slipped it, loud with silken whispers, over her head.

It swept out around her in a great circle; she looked like a gorgeous inverted bell-flower.
"It's beautiful," Rose said.
Charlotte's face, gazing downward at the silken breadths, had quite its natural expression.

It was as if her mind in spite of herself would stop at old doors.
"Try on the waist," pleaded Rose.
Charlotte slipped off her calico waist, and thrust her firm white arms into the flaring silken sleeves of the wedding-gown.

Her neck arose from it with a grand curve.

She stood before the glass and strained the buttons together, frowning importantly.
"It fits you like a glove," Rose murmured, admiringly, smoothing Charlotte's glossy back.
"I've got a spencer-cape to wear over my neck to meeting," Charlotte said, and she opened the upper-most drawer in the chest and took out a worked muslin cape, and adjusted it carefully over her shoulders, pinning it across her bosom with a little brooch of her brother's hair in a rim of gold.
"It's elegant," said Rose.
"I'll show you my bonnet," said Charlotte.