Her hands were folded above her head.

Her tiny feet, shod in satin, were quivering like a bird's wings, as if they were keeping time with the restlessness of her spirit.
She had large eyes, dark and bright; strong eyebrows, a pale complexion with a flood of brilliant color in the checks, dazzling even teeth, and a small, handsome mouth.

Her black hair was loose and flowing, and caressed her cheeks and temples in numberless little curls and tendrils.
Her face was one flush of joy and youth.

She had a look half-earnest and half-childlike, and altogether charming.

Antonia adored her, and she was pleased to listen to the child, telling over again the pretty things that had been said to her.
"Only Don Luis was not there at all, Antonia.