I felt as if it loved and was proud of her.
I have heard clever literary people speak of Mrs.MacNairn as a "survival of type." Sometimes clever people bewilder me by the terms they use, but I thought I understood what they meant in her case.

She was quite unlike the modern elderly woman, and yet she was not in the least old-fashioned or demodee.

She was only exquisitely distinct.
When she rose from her chair under the apple-tree boughs and came forward to meet me that afternoon, the first things which struck me were her height and slenderness and her light step.

Then I saw that her clear profile seemed cut out of ivory and that her head was a beautiful shape and was beautifully set.

Its every turn and movement was exquisite.