"What Say You to Falling in Love ?" Meg was looking ill, there was no doubt about it.

Her pretty pink-and-white complexion was losing its fresh look, a slightly irritable expression had settled round a mouth that a few months back had seemed made for smiles only.

And terribly unromantic fact, her nose was quite florid-looking at times.

Now a heroine may have the largest, deepest, and most heavily lashed eyes imaginable; she may have hair in very truth like the gold "mown from a harvest's middle floor"; she may have lips like cherries and teeth like pearls, and a red nose will be so utterly fatal that all these other charms will pass unnoticed.

It cost Meg real anguish of spirit.