It was there, telling its own tale of health, as its absence would have told a tale of present or coming sickness; and yet nobody could ever talk about the colour in their cheeks.

The hair of the two girls was so alike in hue and texture, that no one, not even their mother, could say that there was a difference.

It was not flaxen hair, and yet it was very light.

Nor did it approach to auburn; and yet there ran through it a golden tint that gave it a distinct brightness of its own.

But with Bell it was more plentiful than with Lily, and therefore Lily would always talk of her own scanty locks, and tell how beautiful were those belonging to her sister.
Nevertheless Lily's head was quite as lovely as her sister's; for its form was perfect, and the simple braids in which they both wore their hair did not require any great exuberance in quantity.