Her figure was well formed and graceful, and her expression and smile were remarkably sweet; but her features were by no means faultless, and her want of colour was certainly a defect.

She had beautiful hair, which was fine and fluffy as a baby's; its tint was rather too colourless, but she wore it in a style that exactly suited her.

At this moment, when her eyes were bright with pleasure and there was a flush on her face, Anna certainly looked pretty, but such moments were transient with her.
Malcolm pressed her hands affectionately; then he looked her over with brotherly freedom.
"You look very nice, dear.

I see you are dressed for the evening; are those poppies part of the toilette ?" Then Anna laughed and fingered her pearl necklace as though she were embarrassed by his scrutiny.

"No, of course not--what an absurd question.