handkerchief-wise

Updated: June 26, 2025

Her dress was a plain black silk; she wore a scarlet shawl, and her head-gear was some odd, but distractingly pretty construction of white lace, a square folded in two unequal triangles, and knotted loosely, handkerchief-wise, the points in front, under her chin. "Not ready!" exclaimed Frederic, in merry reproach. "You, the model of punctual women!"

Marion Harland - At Last