I have been working hard all day, and my hair is all out of crimp.

I ain't so sure but if I did up my hair nice, and wasn't all tuckered out, that I couldn't wear a pink silk dress that's there if I tone it down with black." "I don't believe you would feel that you could go to meeting dressed in pink silk at your time of life," said Henry.
"Lots of women older than I be wear bright colors," retorted Sylvia, "in places where they are dressy.

You don't know anything about dress, Henry." "I suppose I don't," replied Henry, indifferently.
"I think that pink silk would be perfectly suitable and real becoming if I crimped my hair and had a black lace bonnet to wear with it." "I dare say." Henry took his place at the supper-table.

It was set in the kitchen.
Sylvia was saving herself all the steps possible until Horace Allen returned.
Henry did not seem to have much appetite that night.

His face was overcast.