The Green Satin Gown by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
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birthday.
Madam Le Baron saw nothing singular in my appearance. She never changed the fashion of her dress, being of the opinion, as she told me afterward, that a gentlewoman's dress is her own affair, not her mantua-maker's; and her gray and silver brocade went very well with the green satin. We stood side by side for a moment, gazing into the long, dim mirror; then she patted my shoulder and gave a little sigh. "Your auburn hair looks well with the green," she said. "My hair was dark, but otherwise--Shall we go down, my dear?" I will not say much about the evening. It was painful, of course; but Effie Gay had no mother, and much must be pardoned in such a case. No doubt I made a quaint figure enough among the six or eight gay girls, all dressed in the latest fashion; but the first moment was the worst, and the first titter put a fire in my veins that kept me warm all the evening. An occasional glance at Madam Le Baron's placid face enabled me to preserve my sense of proportion, and I remembered that two wise men, Solomon and my Uncle John, had compared the laughter of fools to the crackling of thorns under a pot. And--and there were some who did not laugh. Pin it up, my dear! Your father has come, and will be wanting his tea. I can tell you the rest of the story in a few words. A year from that time Madam Le Baron died; and a few weeks after her death, a parcel came for me from Hillton. |
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