We'll soon be on Main Street and you don't want people to see you cry, do you?
Here," extracting a little book of rice powder paper from her bag, "rub this over your face and the marks of your tears won't show." Miriam took the paper gratefully, and did as Grace bade her.

Then she straightened up and gave a long sigh, "I feel like that man in Pilgrim's Progress, after he dropped his burden from his back," she said.

"The mean things I did never bothered me until just lately.

After I saw that my own brother had nothing but contempt for me, I began to realize what a wretch I was, and the remorse has been just awful." It was David, after all, who had been instrumental in holding up the mirror so that his stubborn sister could see herself as others saw her.
Although she had quarreled frequently with him, she had secretly respected his high standard of honor and fine principles.

The fear that he despised her utterly had brought her face to face with herself at last.
"Anne has always wanted to be friends with you, Miriam," Grace said earnestly as they neared the Nesbit home.