I imagine they're heavier now." She laughed, clasped both pretty hands over her knee, and tilted back against the palm, regarding him from dark, velvety eyes.
"You were a curiously fascinating child," he said.

"I remember how fast you could run, and how your hair flew--it was thick and dark, with rather sunny high lights; and you were always running--always on the go....

You were a remarkably just girl; that I remember.

You were absolutely fair to everybody." "I was a very horrid little scrub," she said, watching him over her gently waving fan, "with a dreadful temper," she added.
"Have you it now ?" "Yes.

I get over it quickly.