She gazed up in that roseate face with the wide mouth set in an inverted bow of smile, curtained, as it were, with smoothly crinkled auburn hair clearly outlined against the cheeks, at the palpitating curve of shiny black-silk bosom, adorned with a festoon of heavy gold watch-chain, and thought that here was love, and beauty, and richness, and elegance, and great wisdom, calling for reverence but no fear.

She answered not one word to the teacher's question, but continued to gaze at her with that look of wide-eyed and contemplative regard.
"What is the trouble, Ellen ?" repeated Miss Mitchell.

"Why were you looking around so ?" Ellen said nothing.

The little girl behind had her head bent over her book so low that the sulky curves of her mouth did not show.

The teacher turned to her--"Abby Atkins," said she, "what were you doing ?" Abby Atkins did not raise her studious head.