"You're unaccustomed to seeing me in it, that's all." Then Channing came, and Patty had to bear his disapproving glances.
"You're an angel in anything," he said, "but you're least angelic in that mawkish mauve.

You look like a member of the Art Students' Union." Patty didn't mind their chaff, and only smiled good-naturedly, and then the Blaneys came.
Patty was used to their aesthetic effects, but the others weren't, and though the greetings were cordial and courteous, the elder Fairfields needed a moment to recover their poise.

But Chick Channing was always to be depended upon, and he plunged into gay conversation that broke the ice and did away with all self-consciousness.
Nor was it surprising that the appearance of the brother and sister should strike an observer as startling.

Alla was swathed in yellowish-brown stuff.

Her gown seemed to have no shape or design, just draperies that wrapped her about in mummy fashion.