That will suffice.

You can judge then for yourself whether or not I am mistaken." I went; and what is more, I heard Miss Sissie sing at her hall--a pretty domestic song, most childish and charming.

She impressed me not unfavourably, in spite of what Hilda said.

Her peach-blossom cheek might have been art, but looked like nature.

She had an open face, a baby smile and there was a frank girlishness about her dress and manner that took my fancy.