Her girdle was clasped with a gold buckle, and when she moved there were slight glimpses of a yellow silk petticoat.

Her hat was black, but under the brim was tucked a yellow rose against her yellow hair.

Then to finish all, Margaret wore in the lace at her throat, a great brooch of turquoise matrix, which matched her eyes.
Her husband realised her as perfectly attired, although he did not in the least understand why.

He knew that his Margaret looked a woman of another race from the others in the station, in their tailored skirts, and shirtwaists, with their coats over arm, and their shopping bags firmly clutched.

It was a warm morning, and feminine Fairbridge's idea of a suitable costume for a New York shopping trip was a tailored suit, and a shirtwaist, and as a rule, the shirtwaist did not fit.