Gladys is a child of the spirit of mischief.

Josephine wears a sweet gravity, and Mary, too, discourses of serious matters.

Nora, in some incarnation, has seen fairies scampering over moor and hill and the remembrance of them teases her memory.

Katherine is not so faithless as her ways might lead you to believe.

Laura without dark eyes would be impossible, and her predestined Petrarch would never deliver his sonnets.