Her lips were tremulous, but an unusual spot of color was burning in her cheeks.

While he had been dressing, he saw that she had tied a piece of deep blue ribbon, the color he liked best, around her hair.
"See, I am myself now.

Good night and good luck to you, Arnold! Eat a good dinner, mind, and remember your promise." "There is nothing more that I can do for you ?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied.

"Besides, I can hear Uncle Isaac coming." The door was suddenly opened.

A thin, undersized man in worn black clothes, and with a somber hat of soft black felt still upon his head, came into the room.