Even Mary's eyes, although she doesn't say anything," he added, seeing the beaming smile that crossed her face at the prospect of a longer drive.

"They are shining like two stars," he went on mischievously, amused to see the colour flame up into her cheeks, and noticing how becoming it was.

Then his mettlesome horses claimed his attention for awhile.
Later, as he looked back from time to time, in conversation with the older girls, his glance rested on Mary, sitting beside him as contented and happy as a kitten in those becoming furs, and he thought with satisfaction that the little Vicar was growing up to be a very pretty girl after all.

Her eyes were positively starry under her long, curling lashes.
That Eugenia regarded their coming as a great event, they felt from the moment the sleigh drew up to the house.

From every window streamed a welcoming light, and the front door, flung open at their approach, showed that the wide reception hall had been transformed into a bower of Christmas greens.