Be this as it may, she was irritable, and whisperingly found fault with, me for being in such good health.
"You will have too much colour if you don't take care," she said almost pettishly, "and nothing is so unfashionable." "I know!" I replied with due meekness.

"It is very bad style to be quite well--it is almost improper." She looked at me, and a glimmering smile lighted her features.

But she would not permit herself to become good-humoured, and she furled and unfurled her fan of pink ostrich feathers with some impatience.
"Where did that child get all those pearls from ?" she next inquired, with a gesture of her head towards Zara.
"They belonged to her mother," I answered, smiling as I heard Zara called a CHILD, knowing, as I did, her real age.
"She is actually wearing a small fortune on her person," went on Amy; "I wonder her brother allows her.

Girls never understand the value of things of that sort.

They should be kept for her till she is old enough to appreciate them." I made no reply; I was absorbed in watching Heliobas, who at that moment entered the room accompanied by Father Paul.