"Well, you are," she announced, decisively.

"I guess I know; you 've got magnificent hair, and your eyes are perfectly wonderful.

You just don't fix yourself up right; Aunt Lydia never did have any taste in such things, but I 'll make a new girl out of you.

Let's go upstairs; I 'm simply dying to see our room, and get some of my dresses unpacked.
They must look perfect frights by this time." They came down perhaps an hour later, hand in hand, and chattering like old friends.

The shades of early evening were already falling across the valley.