But I'll dress up anyway, for my own self-respect.

I like myself better in a pretty gown, and I'm not going to take naps all day today, I can tell you." Patty flew around, making her toilette, and humming little snatches of song.

Adele thought she had never seen her look so pretty.

The white frock was soft and filmy; the round neck a trifle low, the frilled sleeves showing her dimpled arms, and a soft sash made of a breadth of palest pink silk, round the waist.
"You're a dream!" declared Adele.

"It's a shame to waste such a vision of beauty on me.