satin

Marilla knew too little about precious stones to realize how fine the amethysts actually were; but she thought them very beautiful and was always pleasantly conscious of their violet shimmer at her throat, above her good brown satin dress, even although she could not see it.

Anne reveled in the drive to the hall, slipping along over the satin-smooth roads with the snow crisping under the runners.

First a card with “For the Anne-girl and Merry Christmas,” written on it; and then, a pair of the daintiest little kid slippers, with beaded toes and satin bows and glistening buckles.

Madame Selitsky was perfectly beautiful, and wore white satin and diamonds.