Irene had an excellent appetite; everyone enjoyed the meal.

This girl could not but bestow something of herself on all with whom she came together; where she felt liking, her influence was incalculable.
"How much better you look than when I last saw you." she said to her aunt.

"Ewell evidently suits you." And at once Mrs.Hannaford felt that she was stronger, younger, than she had thought.

Yes, she felt better than for a long time, and Ewell was exactly suited to her health.
"Is that pastel yours, Olga?
Admirable! The best thing of yours I ever saw." And Olga, who had thought her pastel worthless, saw all at once that it really was not bad; she glowed with gratification.
The cousins were almost of an age, of much the same stature; but Olga had a pallid tint, tawny hair, and bluish eyes, whilst Irene's was a warm complexion, her hair of dark-brown, and her eyes of hazel.

As efficient human beings, there could be no comparison between them; Olga looked frail, despondent, inclined to sullenness, whilst Irene impressed one as in perfect health, abounding in gay vitality, infinite in helpful resource.