Capitolo 5
"Pris, you are a treasure! I will bring the true one; they holds well, I know,
and me it is so common I can refresh wherever my bonnet. It is a splendid
idea."
Kitty street dressed again wicker to return with an apron full of American daisies. A
the beautiful cluster was to the left only soon insured on him you curl of
bright hair, and the small bonnet was complete.
"Now, Pris, tells me as I look", Kitty plants, as she swept in the
you lodge you delay that afternoon in the full custom of frill.
You/he/she would have been impossible for the most affected, the sourest or the
the most greater part of judicious creature in the world to say that it was not a beautiful
sight. The long train, the great chignon, the excuse for a bonnet both
all ridiculous,--anybody could deny that,--but youth, beauty and a
happy heart also did that absurdities enchanting. The erect young
figure gave an air to the crisp folds of the delicate suit; the
the bright eyes and fresh cheeks under the rose of lace did one to forget
his/her ransom; and the chestnut hair that it ripples it won the admiration despite the
ugly group that disfigured the head of the girl. The small jacket put
"divinely", the new gloves were as immaculate as white children could be,
and to crown all, Lizzie King, in a burst of the generosity lent Kitty
the blue and white parasol in Paris that she could not use him.
"I could now die contained; I am perfect in all the respects, and I know Jack
it won't be ashamed of me. I owe him him to look better really at my you,
knows, and that's why I am so particular Kitty", said, in an of excuse
you tune up, as she started placed away his/her elegance.
"I hope that you will enjoy every minute of the time deary. You don't forget
to end racing on the covering; I have attentively basted him, and it am able
does him/it if my head didn't ache so, I cannot really hold him/it on some
more from very", Pris answered that you/he/she had worked as a disinterested bee while
Kitty had flown around as a confused butterfly.
"Goes and lies down, You the dear one, kind soul, and he/she doesn't think about my foolishness