And is not Cydaria as pretty as Barbaria ?" "It has a strange sound," said I, "but it's well enough." "And now--the nosegay!" "I must pay a reckoning for this," I sighed; but since a bargain is a bargain I gave her the nosegay.
She took it, her face all alight with smiles, and buried her nose in it.
I stood looking at her, caught by her pretty ways and graceful boldness.
Boy though I was, I had been right in telling her that there are many ways of beauty; here were two to start with, hers and Barbara's.

She looked up and, finding my gaze on her, made a little grimace as though it were only what she had expected and gave her no more concern than pleasure.

Yet at such a look Barbara would have turned cold and distant for an hour or more.

Cydaria, smiling in scornful indulgence, dropped me another mocking curtsey, and made as though she would go her way.

Yet she did not go, but stood with her head half-averted, a glance straying towards me from the corner of her eye, while with her tiny foot she dug the gravel of the avenue.
"It is a lovely place, this park," said she.