The gift of speech was not hers, but the faculty of thought was.
My little friend, to be sure, was not exempt from certain graceful weaknesses, inseparable, perhaps, from the female character.

She was very pretty, and she knew it.

She was also passionately fond of dress--by which I mean her best harness.

When she had this on, her curvetings and prancings were laughable, though in ordinary tackle she went along demurely enough.

There was something in the enamelled leather and the silver-washed mountings that chimed with her artistic sense.