But through the years Helen Muir had unavoidably heard things she thought particularly hideous.

And here the child was again "just the same." "She has only grown up." His laugh was like a lightly indrawn breath.
"Her cheek is just as much like a rose petal.

And that wonderful little look! And her eyelashes.

Just the same! Do girls usually grow up like that?
It was the look most.

It's a sort of asking and giving--both at once." There it was! And she had nothing to say.