I can hear her say that as if it was in this room.
An' she stood before me, a little thing that high.

I didn't think she'd be so tall.

She growed wonderful from twelve to sixteen.

It's me has to look up to her now.' A customer entered the shop, and Mrs.Bower went out.
'I don't think Thyrza's as much a favourite with any one as her sister,' said Ackroyd, looking at Mary Bower, who had been silent all this time.
'Oh, I like her very much,' was the reply.

'But there's something--I don't think she's as easy to understand as Lydia.