Her views were hardly formed yet on the subject.
"Jet black, with waxed ends, very stiff," Aldith continued thoughtfully, "and a soldierly carriage, and very long black lashes." "So should I," Meg said, fired in a moment.

"Like Guy Deloraine in 'Angelina's Ambition'." Aldith put her arm more tightly round her friend.
"Wouldn't it be HEAVENLY, Marguerite, to be engaged--you and I ?" she said, in a tone of dreamy rapture.

"To have a dark, handsome man with proud black eyes just dying with love for you, going down on his knees, and giving you presents, and taking you out and all--oh, Marguerite, just think of it!" Melt's eyes looked wistful.

"We're not old enough, though, yet," she said with a sigh.
Aldith tossed her head.

"That's nonsense; why, Clara Allison is only seventeen, and look at your own stepmother.