"Her eyes are lovely, and she has a singularly bright expression.

I always say that a bright expression makes up for anything." "Her mother was a beauty in her day," said Mr.Brandywine reminiscently; "she was the snow and roses sort, and her eldest daughter took after her, though she is a wreck now, poor lady." "That's Charley Gracey," remarked Miss Meason tartly, for she had the self-supporting woman's contempt for the rake.

"Yes, she was lovely as a girl.

I remember as well as if it were yesterday how happy she looked when I sold her her wedding gloves.

She is a beautiful character, too, they say, but somehow Gabriella, even as a child, appealed to me more.
She has three times the sense of her sister." Then they shook hands and parted, while Gabriella, tripping through the Second Market, was saying to herself: "There's not the least bit of sense in your thinking about him, Gabriella." In Hill Street, maple and poplar trees were in full leaf, and little flakes of sunshine, as soft as flowers, were scattered over the brick pavement.