But I think she liked him very well on the whole; and, indeed, no one could dislike such a bright, kind-hearted fellow.

As soon as he had left the house I had to call a council.

It was quite certain my bed would not hold Jill; so, at Mrs.Barton's suggestion, some spare mattresses were dragged in my room and a bed made up on the floor.

Jill voted this delicious; nothing could have pleased her more, and she was so talkative and excited that I had the greatest trouble in coaxing her to be quiet and let me go to sleep: in fact, I had to feign sleep to make her hold her tongue.
But I was much too restless to sleep, and once when I crept out of bed to replenish the fire I stood still for a moment to look at Jill.
She was sleeping as placidly as an infant in its cradle, her short black locks pushed back from her face, and one arm stretched on the coverlet.
I was surprised to see how fine Jill's face really was.

The ugly duckling, as Uncle Brian called her, was fast changing into a swan.