Elizabeth is nothing if she is not original.

Don't you remember dear old dad's speech?
But I am really serious, Die--you know I never coveted beauty." "No, nor I, dear," and Dinah spoke quite earnestly.
"Oh, you," returned Elizabeth with playful tenderness.

"I should hope not.

I expect many women would be glad to change with you, you sweet thing." Then Dinah smiled and patted her sister's hand.
"No, Betty, you must not say that.

I have often thought that even our poor faces, with all their defects, ought to be sacred to us.