She laughed at it, when other people did; if it vexed her at all, she never showed it.

She had turned back her calico sun-bonnet, and stood looking up at Mrs.Howth and Joel, laughing as they talked with her.

The face would have startled you on so old and stunted a body.
It was a child's face, quick, eager, with that pitiful beauty you always see in deformed people.

Her eyes, I think, were the kindliest, the hopefullest I ever saw.

Nothing but the livid thickness of her skin betrayed the fact that set Lois apart from even the poorest poor,--the taint in her veins of black blood.
"Whoy! be n't this Tiger ?" said Joel, as the dog ran yelping about him.
"How comed yoh with him, Lois ?" "Tiger an' his master's good friends o' mine,--you remember they allus was.