Her mouth was somewhat large, but full of ever-varying expression.

Her forehead was low and broad, with prominent temples, on which it was her habit to clasp tightly her little outstretched fingers as she sat listening to you.

Of listeners she was the very best, for she would always be saying a word or two, just to help you,--the best word that could be spoken, and then again she would be hanging on your lips.

There are listeners who show by their mode of listening that they listen as a duty,--not because they are interested.

Lucy Morris was not such a one.