It was harsh, however, and did not lie in graceful folds, and besides, the poor little skirts lacked quantity.
The Bells had thin hair, and no knack whatever with regard to its arrangement.

They looked unprepossessing girls, but no matter.

Beatrice thought well of them.

Mrs.Meadowsweet bestowed one or two broad glances of approval upon the inseparable little trio, and their own small hearts were dancing with expectation.
Would Bee, their darling, delightful, beautiful Bee, introduce them to Captain Bertram?
Would he speak to them and smile upon them?
Would he tell them stories of some of his gallant exploits?
The Bells' round faces seemed to grow plumper, and their saucer eyes fuller, as they contemplated this contingency.

What supreme bliss would be theirs if Captain Bertram singled them out for attention?
Already they were in love with his name, and were quite ready to fall down in a phalanx of three, and worship the hero of many imaginary fights.
Standing by the open window, and with no shyness or stiffness whatever about them, Daisy and Polly Jenkins were to be seen.