"Do you like to do it, Daisy?" whispered Nora.
"No."
"Are you going to have a handsome dress for that?"
"No."
"What sort, then?"
"Like the picture."
"Well—what is that?"
"Brown, with a white vandyke."
"Vandyke? what is a vandyke?"
"Hush," said Daisy; "let us look."