This time it was a pretty robe of some soft, thin stuff, silver-gray, and shining in the moonlight. The neck was cut square, and edged with some soft, pretty lace. The sleeves were short, and exposed the perfectly molded arms.
Jaquelina had brightened it here and there with a few vivid scarlet roses, and the effect was exquisite.
In the flickering light of the lamps, and the softer gleam of the moonlight, the slight and graceful form seemed to float in a robe of silvery mist. Violet, in pale blue satin and pearls, felt eclipsed and resentful again as she had done at the lawn party a year before.
"Lina, where did you get such a pretty dress?" she asked her, unceremoniously.
"Is it pretty?" asked Jaquelina, pleased. "I bought it at Staunton to wear at one of our school concerts where I had to sing a part."
"Can you sing?" asked Violet, incredulous.
"A little," admitted Jaquelina, modestly.
"And play?" said Violet.
And again Jaquelina answered shyly:
"A little; only the accompaniments to my songs, you know, Violet."