But I wish you could borrow some of Master Christopher's roses--I do, indeed.

For my part, I like to see little girls with a bit of colour in their cheeks; it looks more cheerful-like, as you might say; and looks go a long way with some folks, though a meek and quiet spirit is better, taking it all round." "Now Miss Elisabeth does look delicate, and no mistake," assented Mrs.
Hankey; "she grows too fast for her strength, I'll be bound; and her poor mother died young, you know, so it is in the family." Christopher looked at Elisabeth with the quick sympathy of a sensitive nature.

He thought it would frighten her to hear Mrs.Hankey talk in that way, and he felt that he hated Mrs.Hankey for frightening Elisabeth.
But Elisabeth was made after a different pattern, and was not in the least upset by Mrs.Hankey's gloomy forebodings.

She was essentially dramatic; and, unconsciously, her first object was to attract notice.
She would have preferred to do this by means of unsurpassed beauty or unequalled talent; but, failing these aids to distinction, an early death-bed was an advertisement not to be despised.

In her mind's eye she saw a touching account of her short life in Early Days, winding up with a heart-rending description of its premature close; and her mind's eye gloated over the sight.
The hostess gazed at her critically.