Today a frock the color of a rose had been put on her, and Mariette had bought some real buds and made her a wreath to wear on her black locks. She had been learning a new, delightful dance in which she had been skimming and flying about the room, like a large rose-colored butterfly, and the enjoyment and exercise had brought a brilliant, happy glow in to her face. – from A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

I, too, have been learning to waltz in my rose-colored frock.