Rose took out an old barege of an ashes-of-roses color.

She laid a fold of the barege over the pink silk, then she looked radiantly at Sylvia.
"It will make a perfectly lovely gown for you if you use the pink for a petticoat," said she, "and have the gown made of this delicious old stuff." "The pink for a petticoat ?" gasped Sylvia.
"It is the only way," said Rose; "and you must have gray gloves, and a bonnet of gray with just one pale-pink rose in it.

Don't you understand?
Then you will harmonize with your dress.

Your hair is gray, and there is pink in your cheeks.

You will be lovely in it.
There must be a very high collar and some soft creamy lace, because there is still some yellow left in your hair." Rose nodded delightedly at Sylvia, and the dressmaker came and made the gown according to Rose's directions.