So tall, so stately, so exquisitely dressed--all the golden hair twisted in thick coils around her regal head, and one diamond star flashing in its amber glitter.

Lovely with that flush on the delicate cheeks, that streaming light in the blue eyes.
Rose was eclipsed.

Rose looking her best, and very pretty, but nothing beside her queenly sister.

But Rose was very brilliant, flitting hither and thither, dancing incessantly, and turning whiskered heads in all directions.

They could fall in love with pretty, coquettish Rose, those very young gentlemen, who could only look at Kate from a respectful distance in speechless admiration and awe.