She had short, curling, dark hair, irregular features, and violet eyes--not a bit handsome, but big and bonny and lovesome.

Her dress fluttered even these students.

It was of purple velvet, with a great stole of sables, and her sable muff had a big bunch of real violets, which brought an odour of the quickening and burgeoning earth.
She sat by the Lady Principal, and afterwards had tea with the students.
She asked especially for an introduction to Mary Gray, and then she insisted on driving her as far as the Mall in her motor-car, which she drove herself, while the chauffeur sat with folded arms behind.

On the way she talked poetry and politics with the same fervour she brought to all her pursuits.
"It has been borne in on me," she said vehemently, "that in working among my own people as I have been doing I have been only tinkering at things, just tinkering.

One has to go to the root of the matter, to abolish unjust laws, to replace them by good ones.