They were high as his head above the school; and there they were left, with Algebra and Homer, for they were not of a sort to inflame; until the boys noticed how he gave up speaking, and fell to hard looking, though she was dark enough to get herself named Browny.
In the absence of a fair girl of equal height to set beside her, Browny shone.
She had a nice mouth, ready for a smile at the corners, or so it was before Matey let her see that she was his mark.

Now she kept her mouth asleep and her eyes half down, up to the moment of her nearing to pass, when the girl opened on him, as if lifting her eyelids from sleep to the window, a full side--look, like a throb, and no disguise--no slyness or boldness either, not a bit of languishing.

You might think her heart came quietly out.
The look was like the fall of light on the hills from the first of morning.

It lasted half a minute, and left a ruffle for a good half-hour.

Even the younger fellows, without knowing what affected them, were moved by the new picture of a girl, as if it had been a frontispiece of a romantic story some day to be read.