Only the wild American scentless ones had come in little Ellen's way so far.
She felt herself carried up steps, then a door was thrown open, and a warm breath of air came in her face, and the cloak was tossed back, and she was set softly on the floor.

The hall in which she stood seemed very bright; she blinked and rubbed her eyes.
The lady stood over her, laughing gently, and when the child looked up at her, seemed much younger than she had at first, very young in spite of her white hair.

There was a soft red on her cheek; her lips looked full and triumphant with smiles; her eyes were like stars.

An emotion of her youth which had never become dulled by satisfaction had suddenly blossomed out on her face, and transformed it.

An unassuaged longing may serve to preserve youth as well as an undestroyed illusion; indeed, the two are one.