She had discovered that work is the best fun after all, and I learned it in time, but have my lapses, and so had she.
I know what was her favourite costume when she was at the age that they make heroines of: it was a pale blue with a pale blue bonnet, the white ribbons of which tied aggravatingly beneath the chin, and when questioned about this garb she never admitted that she looked pretty in it, but she did say, with blushes too, that blue was her colour, and then she might smile, as at some memory, and begin to tell us about a man who--but it ended there with another smile which was longer in departing.

She never said, indeed she denied strenuously, that she had led the men a dance, but again the smile returned, and came between us and full belief.

Yes, she had her little vanities; when she got the Mizpah ring she did carry that finger in such a way that the most reluctant must see.

She was very particular about her gloves, and hid her boots so that no other should put them on, and then she forgot their hiding-place, and had suspicions of the one who found them.

A good way of enraging her was to say that her last year's bonnet would do for this year without alteration, or that it would defy the face of clay to count the number of her shawls.