The dress was of silky changeable tricolette, the skirt plain.
Some roses grew behind the hollyhocks, and her skirt was caught.
The skirt was long enough to tuck around her baby's feet when she carried it.
"Yes," said Lucindy, smiling, and plaiting her skirt between her nervous fingers.
She was paying minute attention to the lace insertion of her skirt.
Mrs. Blair staggered ...