I asked her what her name was, and she answered just as pretty, and her mother told me how old she was.

Her mother was a handsome woman, though she had an up-and-coming kind of way with her.

But she seemed real pleased to have me notice the child.

Where do you suppose she was all that time, Cynthia ?" "She was in some safe place, undoubtedly," said Risley, and again Mrs.Lloyd felt that she was snubbed, though not seeing how nor why, and again she rebelled with that soft and gentle persistency in her own course which was the only rebellion of which she was capable.
"Where do you suppose she was, Cynthia ?" said she.
"I think some woman must have seen her, and coaxed her in and kept her, she was such a pretty child," said Cynthia, defiantly and desperately.

But the other woman looked at her in wonder.
"Oh, Cynthia, I can't believe that," said she.