It's very dirty.' Maisie had enjoyed no sort of holiday for months and looked forward to the little excitement, but not without misgivings.
'There's nobody nicer than Dick when he talks sensibly, she though, but I'm sure he'll be silly and worry me, and I'm sure I can't tell him anything he'd like to hear.

If he'd only be sensible, I should like him so much better.' Dick's eyes were full of joy when he made his appearance next morning and saw Maisie, gray-ulstered and black-velvet-hatted, standing in the hallway.

Palaces of marble, and not sordid imitation of grained wood, were surely the fittest background for such a divinity.

The red-haired girl drew her into the studio for a moment and kissed her hurriedly.
Maisie's eyebrows climbed to the top of her forehead; she was altogether unused to these demonstrations.

'Mind my hat,' she said, hurrying away, and ran down the steps to Dick waiting by the hansom.
'Are you quite warm enough! Are you sure you wouldn't like some more breakfast?
Put the cloak over you knees.' 'I'm quite comf'y, thanks.