God make up to the haughty, wilful darling in some other way for missing the passing sweetness of the thrall she held her lovers in! When Burr reached home, he found his sister Laura standing at the gate in a patch of moonlight.
"How pretty you look to-night!" he said, pinching her round cheek.
The young lady merely shrugged her shoulders, and replied dryly-- "So she let you go home with her." "How do you know that ?" he asked, laughing at her shrewd guess.
"Because you're so sweet, you goosey, of course." But, in truth, any such mode of accounting for Henry's favourable comment on her appearance was quite unnecessary.

Laura, with her petite, plump figure, sloe-black eyes, quick in moving, curly head, and dark, clear cheeks, carnation-tinted, would have been thought by many quite as charming a specimen of American girlhood as the stately pale brunette who swayed her brother's affections.
"Come for a walk, chicken! It is much too pretty a night to go indoors," he said.
"Yes, and furnish ears for Madeline's praises, with a few more reflected compliments for pay, perhaps," she replied, contemptuously.

"Besides," she added, "I must go into the house and keep father company.

I only came out to cool off after baking the cake.

You'd better come in too.