Do you like it black, or with milk ?" She is a dainty slip of a girl, with deep grey eyes and wavy brown hair and a sea-shell complexion.

I absently swallowed the abomination she handed me, for I was looking at her over the teacup and wondering how an exquisite-minded gentleman like Dale could forsake her for a Lola Brandt.

It was not as if Maisie were an empty-headed, empty-natured little girl.

She is a young person of sense, education, and character.
She also adores musical comedy and a band at dinner: an excellent thing in woman--when she is very young.
"Why are you looking at me like that ?" she asked.
"Because, my dear Maisie," said I, "you are good to look upon.

You are also dropping a hairpin." She hastily secured the dangling thing.