"Am I like other girls?
Do I really look as if I'd always worn clothes like these ?" "Born to them," said he.
A smile broke over her grave face, assuming a hundred different shades of pleasure and making a child of her on the instant; all her reserve and hauteur vanished.

Her warmth and unaffected frankness suffused him, as she stood out, turning to show the beauties of her gown, her brown hands fluttering tremulously as she talked.
"It's my first party-dress, you know, and I'm as proud of it as Molly is of her rubber boots.

It's too big in here and too small right there; that girl must have had a bad chest; but otherwise it fits me as if it had been made for me, doesn't it?
And the shoes! Aren't they the dearest things?
See." She held her skirts back, showing her two feet side by side, her dainty ankles slim and shapely in their silk.
"They won't shed water," he said.
"I know; and look at the heels.

I couldn't walk a mile to save my life." "And they will come off if they get wet." "But they make me very tall." "They don't wear as well as moccasins." Both laughed delightedly till he broke in, impulsively: "Oh, girl, don't you know how beautiful you are ?" "Of course I do!" she cried, imitating his change of voice; then added, naively, "That's why I hate to take it off." "Where did you learn to wear things like that ?" he questioned.

"Where did you get that--well--that air ?" "It seems to me I've always known.