Susan did not always welcome her rapturously for Cousin Sophia was not what could be called an exhilarating companion.
"Some calls are visits and some are visitations, Mrs.Dr.dear," Susan said once, and left it to be inferred that Cousin Sophia's were the latter.
Cousin Sophia had a long, pale, wrinkled face, a long, thin nose, a long, thin mouth, and very long, thin, pale hands, generally folded resignedly on her black calico lap.

Everything about her seemed long and thin and pale.

She looked mournfully upon Rilla Blythe and said sadly, "Is your hair all your own ?" "Of course it is," cried Rilla indignantly.
"Ah, well!" Cousin Sophia sighed.

"It might be better for you if it wasn't! Such a lot of hair takes from a person's strength.

It's a sign of consumption, I've heard, but I hope it won't turn out like that in your case.