“There, perhaps, the Mistress Hill who was to become Mistress Masham- or even Mistress Morley herself, had sat in silks and laces, in the summer weather, drinking tay.”
“They sparkled like diamonds and gumdrops and gold! Like silk! Like spaghetti! Like satin! Like lace! They burst out like rockets all over the place! They waved in the air and they swished in the breeze! And some were as long as the branches of trees.”