He was not only rosy-cheeked, but radiant.

He was the essence of sunshine and good-humor.
"Why, how are you, Carrie ?" he said.

"You're a daisy.

Where have been ?" Carrie smiled under his irresistible flood of geniality.
"I've been out home," she said.
"Well," he said, "I saw you across the street there.

I thought it was you.