There were red spots on the cheeks which had been so white in the morning, and her eyes shone.

She kept tying and untying two blue ribbons at the neck of her wrapper as she lay on the bed and talked rapidly.
"I look like a fright, I know," she said.

"I was tired after church, and slipped off my dress and lay down.

My hair is all in a muss." "It is such lovely hair that it looks pretty anyway," said Rose.
Lucy drew a strand of her hair violently over her shoulder.

It almost seemed as if she meant to tear it out by the roots.
"Lucy!" said her mother.
"Oh, mother, do let me alone!" cried the girl.