They had a great deal of sweetness in them, and a spice--just a spice of devilry as well.

The rest of the face would have been quite unremarkable, but the laughter-loving mouth and pointed chin wholly redeemed it from the commonplace.

She was a little brown thing like a woodland creature, and her dainty air and quick ways put Scott irresistibly in mind of a pert robin.
In reply to her question he told her that he had arrived only the night before.

"And I am quite a tyro," he added.

"I have been watching the luging on that slope, and thanking all the stars that control my destiny that I wasn't there." She laughed, showing a row of small white teeth.