Sabrina looked in her father's mirror once again delighted with the very feeling of trying on something new: in her most recent reflection, a red ballgown with plenty of gold ribbons. Likewise it was a “hand-me-down” gift from Catherine Sloper, the 25 year old daughter of a man, now deceased, who practiced surgery and medicine back at the city of New York. “Cat” as Sabrina addressed by nickname, needed to tidy up the interior of her family's residence as a care center for her neighbors' children; hopefully offering some of her old dresses, only refurbished and at a discount, she would fulfill the kind of romantic dreams of young women that failed to satisfy her own teenhood. Certainly this old ballgown looked wonderful on Sabrina, yet still it surprised Cat to see a lady still in her teens smiling with joy as she danced and flounced the ribbon skirt while humming a polka melody.
”Are you a skilled dancer, Sabrina?”