Lady Caroline’s gowns, perhaps because she was older and very fashion conscious, were, Salrina thought, a riot of lace, embroidery, frills and bunches of flowers.
At first she was a little bewildered by what Mrs. Freeman showed her.
Then she tried to think what her mother would choose for her if she knew that she was going to such an important party.
There was one gown that Salrina was sure would have been her mother’s choice.
It was white and rather less elaborate than the others, but the white gauze had a slip under it of silver with silver ribbons crossing over the breast.
The hem was decorated with white camellias that had silver leaves.
“That one is lovely!” she exclaimed. “May I wear it unless Lady Caroline is keeping it for something special?”
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