flawless whiteness:

"A magnolia," she said, in a deliberate dark voice; "you are quite a
gorgeous child. Do you mind my saying that your clothes are rather
quaint? They aren't inevitable, and yours ought to be that."

They were at lunch in the Feldt dining-room, an interior of heavy
ornately carved black wood, panels of Chinese embroidery in imperial
yellow, and a neutral mauve carpet. The effect, with glittering
iridescent pyramids of glass, massive frosted repousse silver,
burnished gold-plate and a wide table decoration of orchids and
fern, was tropical and intense. It was evident to Linda that the
Feldts were very rich indeed.

The entire apartment resembled the dining-room, while the building
itself filled a whole city block, with a garden and fountains like
an elaborate public square. Linda, however, wasn't particularly
impressed by such show; she saw that Judith and Pansy had expected
that of her; but she was determined not to exhibit a surprise that
would imply any changes in her mother's and her condition. In
addition, Linda calmly took such surroundings for granted. Her
primary conception of possible existence was elegance; its necessity
had so entered into her being that it had departed from her
consciousness.

"I must take you to Lorice," Judith continued; "she will know better
than any one else what you ought to have. You seem terribly pure--at
first. But you're not a snowdrop; oh, no--something very rare in a
conservatory. Much better style than your mother."