It's so nice to see new people.

Of course you don't get to know them, but it's very amusing to watch, especially the head-dresses!" And sinking her voice: "Just look at that one with the feather going straight up; did you ever see such a guy ?" and she cackled with a very gentle archness.

Gazing at that almost priceless feather, trying to reach God, Nedda felt suddenly how completely she was in her grandmother's little camp; how entirely she disliked bigwiggery.
Frances Freeland's voice brought her round.
"Do you know, darling, I've found the most splendid thing for eyebrows?
You just put a little on every night and it keeps them in perfect order.
I must give you my little pot." "I don't like grease, Granny." "Oh! but this isn't grease, darling.

It's a special thing; and you only put on just the tiniest touch." Diving suddenly into the recesses of something, she produced an exiguous round silver box.

Prizing it open, she looked over her shoulder at the Bigwigs, then placed her little finger on the contents of the little box, and said very softly: "You just take the merest touch, and you put it on like that, and it keeps them together beautifully.