28 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
more closely, had it not been of such 
ineffable delicacy and fineness, I 
should have pronounced it to be a 
morning dress of the purest white, 
made after the most approved and the 
latest fashion. There was neither 
Grecian nor Roman affectation about 
her. She appeared to be a thoroughly 
English girl, just laughing herself 
into womanhood; her rich brown 
hair clustering over her glorious 
brow, which ever and anon she shook 
away with the sweetest, yet coquettish 
toss of the head imaginable. The 
complexion was that pure white, 
deepening by degrees into that in¬ 
tense, but equally pure, carnation, 
