"Yes, I look very nice, thank you; and yet I
feel like a doll, helpless and fine, and fancy I was
more of a woman in my fresh gingham, with a knot
of clovers in my hair, than I am now. Aunt Pen
was very kind to get me all these pretty things;
but I'm afraid my mother would look horrified to
see me in such a high state of flounce externally
and so little room to breath internally."
"Your mamma would not flatter me, Mademoiselle;
but come now to Madame; she is waiting to behold
you, and I have yet her toilet to make "; and,
with a pitying shrug, Victorine followed Debby
to her aunt's room.
"Charming! really elegant!" cried that lady,
emerging from her towel with a rubicund visage.
"Drop that braid half an inch lower, and pull the
worked end of her handkerchief out of the right-hand
pocket, Vic. There! Now, Dora, don't run about and
get rumpled, but sit quietly down and practice repose
till I am ready."
Debby obeyed, and sat mute, with the air of
a child in its Sunday-best on a week-day, pleased
with the novelty, but somewhat oppressed with the
responsibility of such unaccustomed splendor, and
uttefly unable to connect any ideas of repose with
tight shoes and skirts in a rampant state of starch.
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