I'd buy you the prettiest gown there was and you'd be the belle of the ball.

Look at the pretty gown, you will never have one so fine again.

She had a particularly pretty gown on.

It seemed an odd sort of thing, with your pretty gown.

She envisioned herself with baggage filled with pretty gowns and fine slippers and all the rest.

Now, like my pretty gowns, they hang about me in rags and in tatters.

"I shall never be able to take pleasure in pretty gowns again," I added.

She looked down at the pretty gown she'd worn that evening, made a face, and began to wrestle her way out of it.

"It's a mighty pretty gown," I told her.

Do you not understand, it was just like a pretty gown to her.