When one has been downtrodden one's whole life, one becomes accustomed to it, and besides she loved the down-treader.
"Yes," said she.

"I looked at myself in my glass just before I came and I thought I did not look well." "Hideous," said Margaret.
Annie smiled agreement and looked pretty, despite the fact that her hair was strained tightly back, showing too much of her intellectual forehead, and the colour of her gown killed all the pink bloom lights in her face.

Annie Eustace had a beautiful soul and it showed forth triumphant over all bodily accessories, in her smile.
"You are not doing that embroidery at all well," said Margaret.
Annie laughed.

"I know it," she said with a sort of meek amusement.
"I don't think I ever can master long and short stitch." "Why on earth do you attempt it then ?" "Everybody embroiders," replied Annie.

She did not state that her grandmother had made taking the embroidery a condition of her call upon her friend.
Margaret continued to regard her.