She was like an apple-blossom, all white and pink, when we came out here." Mary had been so busy looking at her new clothes that she had paid little attention to the face above them, reflected in the mirror.

It had tanned so gradually that she had become accustomed to having that sunbrowned little visage always smile back at her.

Besides, every one she met was tanned by the wind and weather, some of them spotted with big dark freckles.

Joyce wasn't.

Joyce had always been careful about wearing a sunbonnet or a wide brimmed hat when she went out in the sun.
Mary remembered now, with many compunctions, how often she had been warned to do the same.