It was high to the neck and had elbow sleeves, and the cut was old-fashioned.

I wished to look my worst at Damerstown, although I was forced to go there by my grandfather's will.
It was nearly time for me to dress when my grandmother came into the little room, where I was sitting watching Nora as she sewed a little tucker of old lace into the neck of the garment.
"What are you going to wear, Bawn ?" she asked.
"This." I indicated the grenadine.
"It will never do, Bawn," my grandmother said, shaking her head.

"We are to do honour to our hosts.

I am wearing my moire and my diamonds.

If you were to appear in this your grandfather would send you back to change." "I should have thought it good enough for the Dawsons," I said, with a little heat; and then I remembered Nora's presence, and also that my grandparents were frightened of the Dawsons and anxious to propitiate them, and I was sorry.
"What would you like me to wear, Gran ?" I asked.
"Your white silk with the Limerick lace." "Why, I shall be like a bride," I said aghast, for the white silk was one of my godmother's gifts to me, and the finest gown I possessed.
When she had given it to me she had said that I should dance in it at a Castle ball.
"Never mind," my grandmother said.