Billy--my brother--has a beauty.

He made it himself.

I rather wanted it to wear, but he wouldn't part with it." "You could never wear a mask, sweetheart," Isabel said, clasping the small brown hand in hers.

"Your face is too sweet a thing to hide." Dinah hugged her in naive delight.

"I always thought I was ugly before," she said.
Isabel's face wore a wan smile.