In this home her looks were seldom alluded to in any way, and vanity was not in her.

She had her lovelinesses; her hair was long and fair, her eyes were beautiful, and her skin was of exquisite purity, like her eyes.

Her charm lay in her modesty and quaint dignity, her grave and gentle gaze, and in her glorious voice.
The Reverend Excell was pleased to hear that his son was bearing confinement very well, and made another effort to see him.

Simply because Mary wished it, Harold consented to see his father, and they held a long conversation, at least the father talked and the boy listened.

In effect, the minister said: "My son, I have forfeited your good will--that I know--but I think you do me an injustice.