Her dark brown hair was quite plain, having been brushed simply smooth across the forehead, and then collected in a knot behind.

Close beside her, on a low chair, sat a little fair-haired girl, about seven years old, who was going through some pretence at needlework; and kneeling on a higher chair, while she sprawled over the drawing-room table, was another girl, some three years younger, who was engaged with a puzzle-box.
"Mr.Clavering," said she, rising from her chair; "I am so glad to see you, though I am almost angry with you for not coming to us sooner.

I have heard so much about you; of course you know that." Harry explained that he had only been a few days in town, and declared that he was happy to learn that he had been considered worth talking about.
"If you were worth accepting you were worth talking about." "Perhaps I was neither," said he.
"Well; I am not going to flatter you yet.

Only as I think our Flo is without exception the most perfect girl I ever saw, I don't suppose she would be guilty of making a bad choice.

Cissy, dear, this is Mr.
Clavering." Cissy got up from her chair, and came up to him.