She worshipped Aileen frankly.  Something in the dainty sweetness of Garth’s mother appealed to the Bush girl who had never known daintiness. Not a line of the slender body in the fresh print frocks was lost upon her: not a ripple of the smooth, shining hair.  Even in the midst of hard country work Aileen’s well-groomed look never left her—partly because of the extreme simplicity of her dress; and it was this quality of fresh neatness that captivated ’Possum most.  It never occurred to her that it would be possible to imitate it.  Torn and shapeless dungaree frocks were her portion in life, and though she hated them she regarded them as inevitable.