“This light green thing, with silver lace on it, comes first,” said Nan, diving into Patty’s trunk.
“All right, I’ll wear that. Do I want a hat?”
“No; your hair looks lovely. Here’s a white and silver scarf you can take, to wear out after dinner.”
“All right, honey. Here, hook me up, please; where’s my priceless string of Roman pearl beads?”
“Here they are, but I think your pink coral prettier.”
“Not a bit, you colour-blind infant. These pure white pearls, warranted pure white wax, are the only thing to wear with this green and silver symphony.”
“Yes, you’re right,” said Nan, as Patty, with toilette completed, stood fair and sweet for inspection. “You always do wear just the right things, Patty.”
“So do you,” was the affectionate reply, and arm in arm they went down the great staircase.
The party all met in one of the drawing-rooms, and Mr. Fairfield surveyed his pretty wife and daughter with the pride he always felt in their charm and attractiveness.