The Wyndham Girls

"NO pink for me, please; I want that beautiful shimmering green, made up over shining white silk. It will make my glossy brown eyes and hair look like a ripe chestnut among its green leaves." "Oh, Bab, such a glistening sentence 'Shimmering green, ' 'shining white, ' 'glossy hair'-you didn't mean glossy eyes, I hope Besides, chestnuts don't show among green leaves; they stay in their burs till they drop off the tree." "Now, Phyllis, what is the use of spoiling a poetical metaphor-figure-what do you call it? Which do you like best? Have you made up your mind, Jessamy?" "I want all white; probably this mousseline de soie." "I'm rather inclined to the pearl, yet the violet is lovely." "You both 'know your effects, ' as that conceited little novelist said last night," cried Barbara. "Jessamy's a dream in white, and Phyl looks too sweet for mortal uses in anything demure."