She used her thin, tense hands too quickly.

She was prone to over-measures of saleratus, to under-measures of sugar and coffee.

She erred both from economy and from the haste which makes waste.

Miss Eliza Farrel often turned from the scanty, poorly cooked food which was place before her with disgust, but she never seemed to lose an ounce of her firm, fair flesh, nor a shade of her sweet color.
Miss Eliza Farrel was an anomaly.

She was so beautiful that her beauty detracted from her charm for both sexes.