She was dressed entirely in lavender, a fondness for this colour being one of the many harmless fancies born of a brain not quite normal.

The rather expressionless face brightened at sight of the girl by the table.
"Why, Esther--I didn't hear you come in.

Have you put a mat under the bowl?
See now! You have marked the table." Esther good humouredly reached for a table-mat, for the polish of this particular article of furniture was the pride of Aunt Amy's life.

"It's all right, Auntie.

It's not really a mark.