Will you take off your bonnet ?" When the girl's bonnet was off, Clara looked at her again, curiously, but kindly.
"I suppose I can't help looking for a likeness, my dear.

But you must take after your mother, whom I never saw.

Your father's eyes were full and limpid; yours are large, and clear, and bright; very good eyes, my dear, but they are not limpid.

His mouth was flexible and mobile, but yours is firm.

Your hair, however, reminds me somewhat of his, which was much your light shade of brown when he was young.