She has so many she wouldn't wear it often anyhow, and this will be my best evening gown all summer.

I expect to get lots of good out of it at the seashore." "I'm glad it wasn't mine that was torn," responded Mary, following Joyce's example and folding hers away also, with many loving pats.
"Probably there'll be a good many times I can wear it here this summer, but there'll never be a chance on the desert, and I shall have outgrown it by next summer, so when I go home I'm going to lay it away in rose-leaves with these darling little satin slippers, because I've had the best time of my life in them.

In the morning Betty and I are going to pick all the faded roses to pieces and save the petals.

Eugenia wants to fill a rose-jar with part of them.

Betty knows how to make that potpourri that Lloyd's Grandmother Amanthis always kept in the rose-jars in the drawing-room.