Oh, I beg you, if you have reason to hate this man, yet suffer his portrait to keep its place, and turn your eyes away from it if it causes you offence." But Blanka hated the man no longer.
"Now I must not let you see me in tears," said Anna, briskly.

"I must not make myself a killjoy in the family.

I am naturally of a happy, cheerful temperament, and interested in all that goes on around me.

My face shall never frighten people by being pale and wobegone.

Just look in the glass! I am as rosy-cheeked as you." With that she drew Blanka to the mirror, and began to dispute with her as to which could boast the more colour.
"You are happy," she continued, "and will be still happier.