Miss Grazie, our professor of ancient history, said my nose was of the most perfect Greek profile she had ever seen--just like that on the features of Clytie, and with just as delicately formed nostrils.

We set the funniest trap for her once.

Somebody always told the principal when we were going to sneak our fudge nights, and we suspected it was one of the ugly girls--they're always either the sweetest or the meanest girls in school, you know.

We had a signal for it, of course--one finger to the right eye and closing the left; and one day, when we were planning for a big fudge spree that night, I saw Miss Grazie watching us pass the sign.

There isn't much escapes my eyes.