I get crazes for various colors.

Last term I'd look at nothing but pale blue, till Bertha Ford got that new blue chiffon dress, and that, of course, set me against it forevermore.

I'd a rage for tartan once, only Jess was rather nasty about it; she thinks no one in the school has a right to wear Scotch plaids except herself.

I've spent all my pocket money for this week, so I can't buy another ribbon till next Saturday.

I shall have to go about in pink.