No wonder she was beloved, Mary thought to herself, gloating over Nelly's golden head, her blue eyes with the dark lashes, her lovely colouring, her innocent mouth.

She had a poor opinion of her own beauty and rarely looked in a glass, but she was none the less generous to beauty in others.
"And you are very happy ?" she asked.
She had an inclination to put her arms about Nelly Drummond as though she were a beautiful child.

She was so glad Robin had remembered to bring her at last.

It had been strange and lonely when he had ceased to come as he had been used to.

It had been so pleasant to look up when his tap came at the door and to see his plain, pleasant face looking at her with a friendly smile.