She was so small and sallow and insignificant, and her short curly hair was parted on one side like a boy, and cropped quite closely behind.

The baby was small and brown too, a tiny edition of herself, and they both had dark eyes that looked preternaturally solemn; Babs, indeed, wore an injured expression, and a puckered look of anguish spoke of the pangs of hunger and the delinquencies of milkmen.
"Babs wants her tea," observed Verity cheerfully; "I am going to give her a crust to amuse her.

Will you bring Miss Sheldon into the studio, Mr.Herrick?
Amias will be so pleased to see her, though he is very busy.

I know your name," she continued smilingly to Anna--she had a fresh clear voice that sounded pleasantly on Anna's ear; "I have heard so much about you, that of course I recognised you directly, though Mr.
Herrick did not introduce you properly." Verity spoke with so much ease and frankness that Anna began to feel interested in her; she seemed so utterly oblivious of her shabby cotton dress and ridiculous bib-apron.

Babs presented a far more imposing appearance in a white frock and pink ribbons, underneath which the bare little brown feet were peeping.