But that's my luck.

I'll be as pale as a poet when I leave my looking-glass, but before I enter a ball-room or a dining-room I'll be as red as an alderman.

I have often wished that I could be permanently whitewashed, like a kitchen wall or a politician's record.

I think, perhaps, if I were whitewashed for a month or two I might cure myself of my habit of blushing when I enter a room.

I bought a box of "Meen Fun" once, and tried to powder; but I guess I didn't understand the art as well as the women do; it was mean fun in good earnest, for the girl I was going to take to singing-school wanted to know if I'd been helping my ma make biscuits for supper; and then she took her handkerchief and brushed my face, which wasn't so bad as it might have been, for her handkerchief had patchouly on it and was as soft as silk.