It was of pale green chiffon, trailing away
in long, wavy lines. Over it, hung from the shoulders a tunic-like
drapery of white chiffon. This was frosted, here and there, with
broken, shimmering lines of silver, and the whole effect hinted of
moonlight on the sea.
Patty's wonderful hair fell in curling, tumbling masses over her
shoulders and far down her back. In it were twined a few strands
of seaweed,--beautifully coloured French work, which Laurence
Cromer had procured from somewhere by a very special order. Across
the top of her head a silver band confined the riotous curls, and
from it, in the centre, rose an upright silver star.
Though simple, the whole costume was harmonious and picturesque,
and suited Patty's fair beauty to perfection. Her bare arms and
throat were soft and rounded as a baby's, and her lovely face had
a pink glow of happiness, while her eyes were like two starlit
violets.
She peacocked about the room, frankly delighted at her own
reflection in the mirrors, and practised the pose she was to
assume on the Float.
In the mirror she saw that a majestic figure was entering the
room, and wheeling swiftly about, she beheld Father Neptune
himself smiling at her.
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