But when she saw Maria glance again at the glass she laid hold of her moral weapons, the wielding of which she believed to be for the best spiritual good of her child.
"Your aunt Maria was very much better looking than you at her age," she repeated, firmly.

Then, at the sight of the renewed quiver around the sensitive little mouth her heart melted.

"Get out of your clothes and into your night-gown, and get to bed, child," said she.

"You look well enough.

If you only behave as well as you look, that is all that is necessary.".