"I have neither sister nor brother--only my father.

She was a friend." "Oh," she said; then after a pause: "She was very pretty." Stafford nodded.

Like a flash floated before him the exquisite loveliness of Ida Heron.
"Do you think so ?" he said, with affected indifference.
"Why, yes; don't you ?" she retorted.
"Oh, yes," he assented; "but I didn't know whether you would; men and women so very seldom agree upon the question of looks.

I find that most of the women I think pretty are considered next door to plain by my lady-friends." "Well, there can't be any doubt as to your friend's good looks," she said.

"She made rather a striking, not to say startling figure perched sideways on that horse, in the pelting rain.