I tried to wear my great beauty Indian shawl at a pic-nic. I kept myself up with proverbs as long as I could; 'Pride must abide,'--and such wholesome pieces of pith; but it was no use. I was like mamma's little dog Tiny with an elephant's trappings on; smothered, hidden, killed with my finery; so I made it into a capital carpet for us all to sit down upon. 
I tried to wear my great Indian shawl at a picnic, but I was like mamma's little dog Tiny with an elephant's trappings on, smothered with my finery; so I made it into a capital carpet for us all to sit upon. 