When she looks at you over her glasses it's like a bird getting ready to drink; and when she plays 'Another day is done' on the harmonium and pitches the note, it's just the way a bird lifts his throat to let the water trickle down inside.
She has the loveliest way of putting things, too.

Only yesterday, speaking of China, she told us that words would fail her to describe one-half the wonders of that enchanted land.

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