The smooth, round cheeks kept their fresh color quite unchanged.
The full, good-humored, smiling lips never trembled or altered their expression in the slightest degree.

Her light checked silk dress, with its pretty trimming of cherry-colored ribbon, lay quite still over the bosom beneath it.

For all the information I could get from her look and manner, we might as well have been a hundred miles apart from each other.

Is the best woman in the world little better than a fathomless abyss of duplicity on certain occasions, and where certain feelings of her own are concerned?
I would rather not think that; and yet I don't know how to account otherwise for the masterly manner in which Miss Jessie contrived to baffle me.
I was afraid--literally afraid--to broach the subject of prolonging her sojourn with us on a rainy day, so I changed the topic, in despair, to the novels that were scattered about her.
"Can you find nothing there," I asked, "to amuse you this wet morning ?" "There are two or three good novels," she said, carelessly, "but I read them before I left London." "And the others won't even do for a dull day in the country ?" I went on.
"They might do for some people," she answered, "but not for me.

I'm rather peculiar, perhaps, in my tastes.