She had a shy, sweet, blushing face, resembling nothing so much as a rosebud, with fresh, ripe lips; pretty little teeth, which gleamed like white jewels, large dark eyes, bright as stars, and veiled by long lashes; dark hair, soft and shining.

She was indeed so fair, so modest and graceful, that Ronald Earle was charmed.
"It must be because you gathered them that they are so nice," he said, taking the little basket from her hands.

"Rest awhile, Dora--you must be tired with this hot sun shining full upon you.

Sit here under the shade of this apple tree." He watched the crimson blushes that dyed her fair young face.

She never once raised her dark eyes to his.