Rose kept her back turned towards the light.

Her pretty face was flushed and she was almost in tears.

Sylvia hung the girl's gown up carefully, then she looked at her lovingly.

Unless Rose made the first advance, when Sylvia would submit with inward rapture but outward stiffness, there never were good-night kisses exchanged between the two.
"You look all tired out," said Sylvia.
"I am not at all tired," said Rose.

She was all quivering with impatience, but her voice was sweet and docile.