A cluster of tea–rose buds at the bosom, and a ruche, reconciled Meg to the display of her pretty, white shoulders, and a pair of high–heeled silk boots satisfied the last wish of her heart.
As twilight fell, dewy and still, one by one they gathered on the porch where the June roses were budding beautifully, and each groaned or sighed as she sat down, as if tired or troubled.