She stared almost fascinated at the vision of blue eyes, coral cheeks, white neck, and ruddy-brown hair.

Was this indeed the same girl who had arrived at school last September?
It was like a transformation scene in the pantomime.

Clothes undoubtedly exercise a great effect on some people, and Rona seemed to put away her backwoods manners with her up-country dresses.

There was a dignity about her now and a desire to please which she had never shown at The Woodlands.

She held herself straight, walked gracefully instead of shambling, and was careful to allow no uncouth expressions to escape her.