Don't you think it would suit me?
With your dark hair you ought to be something Eastern.

I can just imagine you acting hostess in a shimmery sort of white-and-gold costume.

_Do_ promise to wear white-and-gold!" "All right," laughed Ingred.
"It's so delightful that the war's over, and we can begin to have parties again, like we used to do.

Beatrice Jackson told me she should never forget that Carnival dance she went to at Rotherwood five years ago, and all the lanterns and fairy lamps.

Some of the other girls talk about it yet.