"I hope not, for I dislike singularity. But how are you going to dress? Splendid, of course, as you expect to make a sensation." "I'll try my best, I can assure you?" "Well, what kind of a dress are you going to appear in?" "I have ordered a robe of blue tulle, to be worn over blue silk. The robe to be open in front, of course, and confined to the silk-skirt with variegated roses." "And your head-dress?" "I shall have my hair ornamented with variegated roses, arranged over the brow like a coronet. Now, how do you like that?" "Not at all." "O, of course not. I might have known that your taste was too uneducated for that." "And I hope it will ever remain so, Melvina." "But how will _you_ dress, Caroline. Do let me hear, that I may put you right if you fix on any thing _outre_." "Well, really, Melvina, I have not given the subject a thought. But it never takes me long to choose. Let me see. A plain--" "Not plain, Caroline, for mercy sake!" "Yes. A plain white dress, of India muslin." "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--" "For mercy sake, Caroline! Not plain." "Yes, my hair plain." "And no ornament!" "O, yes--a very beautiful one." "Ah, that may help a little. A ray of sunshine on a barren waste." "A simple sprig of buds and half blown flowers." "The color?" "White, of course." "You are an original, Caroline. But I suppose I can't make you change your taste?" "I hope not, Melvina." "I am sorry that I shall be compelled to throw you so far in the shade, my little Quakeress friend. The world will never know half your real worth, Caroline. You are hiding your light. "Many a gem of purest ray serene, The deep unfathomed caves of ocean bear-- Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air." And as she repeated these lines, applying them to her friend, Melvina rose to depart. "You are resolved on trying to make a sensation, then?" said Caroline. "Of course, and what is more, I will succeed." "And win Henry Clarence?" "I hope so. He must be made of sterner stuff than I think him, if I do not." "Well, we shall see." "Yes, we will. But good-bye; I must go to the mantua-maker's this morning, to complete my orders."