Please let me ask Marty to come ?" And, hardly waiting for permission, she ran to call Marty.

Wrapped up in blankets, Mrs.White was then drawn in her bed close to the open window, and lay there with a look of almost perplexed delight on her face.

When Stephen came in, Mercy stood behind her, a fleecy white cloud thrown over her head, pointing out eagerly every point of beauty in the view.

A high bush of sweet-brier, with long, slender, curving branches, grew just in front of the window.
Many of the cup-like seed-vessels still hung on the boughs: they were all finely encrusted with frost.

As the wind faintly stirred the branches, every frost-globule flashed its full rainbow of color; the long sprays looked like wands strung with tiny fairy beakers, inlaid with pearls and diamonds.