They were almost exactly alike as to small, pretty features and pale blond colouring.

Maida scowled a little, and Adelaide did not, and people distinguished them by that when in doubt.
They stood and stared at their mother with a curious expression on their sharp, delicate little faces.

It was not exactly admiration, it was not wonder, nor envy, nor affection, yet tinctured by all.
Mrs.Edes looked at them.

"Maida," said she, "do not wear that blue hair-ribbon again.

It is soiled.