"There, a Cupid bow in the middle is all you need. You got a mouth just the size of a kiss, anyway."
"John—John used to say about it that—"
"Good! Say, you're some little learner—you are! Easy there—always line an eyebrow downward—there—more—so!"
"So?"
"Say, you got Zaza, Perfecta, Lillie Russell, and the whole hothouse bunch of them knocked through the glass ceiling."
Delia leaned to her radiant reflection in the mirror and smiled through teeth faintly pink from the ruby richness of her lips.
"You ought to see my little sister Cottie, Ysobel. When she comes you'll sit up and take real notice. I ain't even in her class. She can sit on her hair—it's so long—and it's so gold it's hot-lookin'."
"Before I had typhoid mine was the same way—you can't put them dresses on over your head, girl. You gotta climb in—there ain't no room for a overhead act. There! Say, look at that side-drape, will you! I bet that lace set some dame back ten a yard. Some class! Don't forget to strike for thirty right off the bat—they'll think more of you. Say, girl, it's worth the time I'm wasting on you to see Casey's face when I steer you into there this morning."
"Ain't it—a beauty, Ysobel! But it's a little tight, kinda—"
"Now begin that again, will you? Honest, if Vyette could hear that line!"