But a new ’Possum.  The pink dress fell in soft folds, hiding the angularities that the dungaree horrors always accentuated.  Its extra length made her yet more tall and slender, and the colour was reflected in her cheeks, while the light in her eyes had never been there before. The white collar fell away from a neck that was brown, but very shapely. Her fair hair was parted a little at the side, and brushed until it shone like Aileen’s.  Now that the old felt hat was removed, it showed a crisp little wave that made amends for its shortness.