Her neck, displaying, as it did, soft hollows rather than curves, and her arms, delicately angular at wrists and elbows, were still beautiful.
She was thin, but her bones were so small that little flesh was required to conceal harsh outlines.
She wore a black velvet ribbon tied around her throat, and from it hung a little gold locket--one of the few treasures of her mother's girlhood.

Elmira had tended a little pot of rose-geranium in a south window all winter.

This spring it was full of pale pink bloom.

She had made a little chaplet of the fragrant leaves and flowers to adorn her smooth dark hair, and also a pretty knot for her breast.

Her skirt was ruffled to her slender waist with tiniest frills of the diaphanous muslin.