To prevent her asking him a question for which he had no answer, he said, "What makes you look so little the day ?" "I am not looking little," she replied, greatly annoyed, "I am looking taller than usual.

I have let down my frock three inches so as to look taller--and older." "You look younger than ever," he said cruelly.
"I don't! I look fifteen, and when you are fifteen you grow up very quickly.

Do say I look older!" she entreated anxiously.

"It would make me feel more respectable." But he shook his head with surprising obstinacy, and then she began to remark on his clothes, which had been exercising her curiosity ever since they left the Den.
"How is it that you are looking so stout ?" she asked.
"I feel cold, but you are wiping the sweat off your face every minute." It was true, but he would have preferred not to answer.

Grizel's questions, however, were all so straight in the face, that there was no dodging them.