Will you not join us ?" "Louise and Beth!" cried Patsy, astounded.
"Isn't it nice of them?
And may I count upon you, also ?" Patsy smiled dubiously into the other's face.
"Let me out of it!" she said.

"Can't you see I'm no butterfly ?" Diana saw many things, having taken a shrewd account of the girl long before this.

Miss Patricia Doyle was short and plump, with a round, merry face covered with freckles, hair indisputably red and a _retrousse_ nose.

Also she possessed a pair of wonderful blue eyes--eyes that danced and scintillated with joyous good humor--eyes so captivating that few ever looked beyond them or noted the plain face they glorified.

But the critic admitted that the face was charmingly expressive, the sweet and sensitive mouth always in sympathy with the twinkling, candid eyes.