"You will be the belle of the room to-night, Amy!" "Nonsense!" she replied, well pleased, though, at my remark.

"You must remember I have a rival in yourself." I shrugged my shoulders incredulously.
"It is not like you to be sarcastic," I said.

"You know very well I have the air of a resuscitated corpse." The Colonel wheeled round suddenly, and brought us all up to a standstill before a great mirror.
"If YOU are like a resuscitated corpse, I'll throw a hundred dollars into the next mud-pond," he observed.

"Look at yourself." I looked, at first indifferently, and then with searching scrutiny.

I saw a small, slender girl, clad in white, with a mass of gold hair twisted loosely up from her neck, and fastened with a single star of diamonds.