"Plain white! O, don't Caroline—let me beg of you."
"Yes, white it shall be."
"Plain white! Why nobody will see you!"
"O, yes. Among all you gay butterflies, I will become the observed of all observers," said Caroline, laughing.
"Don't flatter yourself. But you will have some pink trimming, will you not?"
"No, not a flower, nor ribbon, nor cord, nor tassel."
"You will be an object of ridicule."
"Not in a polite company of gentlemen and ladies, I hope!"
"No; but—. And your head-dress, Caroline. That I hope will atone for the rest."
"No, my own dark hair, plain—"