"Heliotrope!" the lady almost screamed. "Do I then look so old? Am I in the sere and yellow? Why do you offer me heliotrope?"
"Oh, don't you care for it?" said Patty, pleasantly; "it's one of my favourite colours. What colour do you like best?"
"I like amber, but, of course, you wouldn't have that. Green, now?"
"No, we don't seem to have those. We've mostly pink and blue."
"Old-fashioned! Why don't you have amber or russet?"
"I wish we had. I'd love to give you what you want. How about white?"
"Namby pamby! But show me what you have. I'm determined to get something."
"If you only cared for blue," and Patty sighed. "Here's a new box yet unopened, but it says on the end, 'Light Blue.' So that wouldn't do."
"Oh, well, let me see it."
Patty opened the Japanese looking box, and out from the tissue papers fell a dream of a kimono. Of palest blue silk, it was covered with embroidered apple blossoms, not in a set design, but powdered over it, as if wafted there by a summer breeze. The conventional Japanese flowers are cherry blooms, but these were true apple blossoms, softly pink and white, the very loveliest gown Patty had ever seen.