One day, indeed, as she sat at work in her sister's room, Clorinda being there at the time, the beauty, turning and beholding her face suddenly, uttered a violent exclamation.
"Why look you at me so ?" she said.

"Your eyes stand out of your head like a new-hatched, unfeathered bird's.

They irk me with their strange asking look.

Why do you stare at me ?" "I do not know," Anne faltered.

"I could not tell you, sister.