`` Anyway , I wo n't go . '' `` Then I suppose I 've got to , '' said Jill very dolefully . `` Yes , you 'll have to , '' I said . And this finishes my part of the story , and Jill is going to tell the rest . But you need n't believe everything she says about me in it . Jill 's Side of It Jacky has made a fearful muddle of his part , but I suppose I shall just have to let it go . You could n't expect much better of a boy . But I am determined to re-describe Aunt Tommy , for the way Jacky has done it is just disgraceful . I know exactly how to do it , the way it is always done in stories . Aunt Tommy is divinely beautiful . Her magnificent wealth of burnished auburn hair flows back in amethystine waves from her sun-kissed brow . Her eyes are gloriously dark and deep , like midnight lakes mirroring the stars of heaven ; her features are like sculptured marble and her mouth is like a trembling , curving Cupid 's bow -LRB- this is a classical allusion -RRB- luscious and glowing as a dewy rose . Her creamy skin is as fair and flawless as the inner petals of a white lily . -LRB- She may have a weeny teeny freckle or two in summer , but you 'd never notice . -RRB- Her slender form is matchless in its symmetry and her voice is like the ripple of a woodland brook . There , I 'm sure that 's ever so much better than Jacky 's description , and now I can proceed with a clear conscience . Well , I did n't like the idea of going and explaining to Dick very much , but it had to be done unless I wanted to run the risk of having Pinky Carewe in the family . So I went the next morning . I put on my very prettiest pink organdie dress and did my hair the new way , which is very becoming to me . When you are going to have an important interview with a man it is always well to look your very best .
I put on my big hat XXXXX the wreath of pink roses that Aunt Tommy had brought me from New York and took my spandy ruffled parasol .
So about as for like on than to unless with