In spite of herself, she was full of hope in going to the ball.

She knew Dorothy Fair would not be present, since her father was the orthodox parson, and she had seen her own face in her glass.

With her rival away, what could not a face like that do with a heart that leaned towards it of its own nature?
Madelon dimly felt that Burr Gordon had to resist himself as well as her in this matter.

She had tended a monthly rose in the south window all winter, and she wore two red roses in her black braids.

Her cheeks and her lips were fuller of warm red life than the roses.