Over a couch in the bedroom lay a kimona of white silk embroidered with pink roses.

Afterward Martha made cruel fun of her Aunt's pink crepe and made her buy a kimona.
"Shall I send up my maid to assist you in unpacking, Miss Wallingford ?" inquired Margaret, inwardly wondering how the dinner would be managed if the offer were accepted.

To her relief, Martha gave her an offended stare.

"No, thank you, Mrs.Edes," said she, "I never like servants, especially other peoples', mussing up my things." When Margaret had gone, Martha looked about her, and her mouth was frankly wide open.

She had never seen such exquisite daintiness and it daunted her, although she would have died rather than admit it.
She thought of her own bedroom at home in East Mordan, Illinois, with its old black walnut chamber set and framed photographs and chromos, but she maintained a sort of defiant pride in it even to herself.