Mercy sprang to the window, took one of these sprays in her fingers, and slowly waved it up and down in the sunlight.
"Oh, look at it against the blue sky!" she cried.

"Isn't it enough to make one cry just to see it ?" "Oh, how can mother help loving her ?" thought Stephen.

"She is the sweetest woman that ever drew breath." Mrs.White seemed indeed to have lost all her former distrust and antagonism.

She followed Mercy's movements with eyes not much less eager and pleased than Stephen's.

It was like a great burst of sunlight into a dark place, the coming of this earnest, joyous, outspoken nature into the old woman's narrow and monotonous and comparatively uncheered life.