She was one of the blue-eyed women who looks well in lavender.

Her blue eyes, now looking at her son from under the rich purples and lavenders of the velvet pansies on her bonnet, got an indeterminate color like myrtle blossoms.

A deeper pink also showed on her cheeks because of the color of her gown.
"Mother, you are just such a mixture of color as that lilac-bush," said her son, irrelevantly, looking from her to a great lilac-bush in the corner of the yard they were passing.

It was tipped with rose on the delicate ends of its blooming racemes, which shaded to blue at the bases.
"Did you see those new people in church to-day ?" said she.
"Yes, I think I did," replied Randolph.

"They sat just in front of the Egglestons, didn't they ?" "Yes," said his mother, "they did sit there.