It was nevertheless, her guiding characteristic.

Warm with the fancies of youth, pretty with the insipid prettiness of the formative period, possessed of a figure promising eventual shapeliness and an eye alight with certain native intelligence she was a fair example of the middle American class two generations removed from the emigrant.

Books were beyond her interest knowledge a sealed book.

In the intuitive graces she was still crude.

She could scarcely toss her head gracefully.
Her hands were almost ineffectual.