How fine! see it shine!
Sweet curl! darling girl!”
a third sang joyously, putting a wreath on her head.
“A silken robe,
A spreading train
Rustling there and back again;
A veil of lace,
A gracious face,
A queen, a queen, and fit to reign,”
joined in another, promenading up and down and craning her neck to see the effect of her dress at the back.