When she pulled it the silk curtain ran back on rings and when it ran back it uncovered a picture.

It was the picture of a girl with a laughing face.

She had bright hair tied up with a blue ribbon and her gay, lovely eyes were exactly like Colin's unhappy ones, agate gray and looking twice as big as they really were because of the black lashes all round them.
"She is my mother," said Colin complainingly.

"I don't see why she died.

Sometimes I hate her for doing it." "How queer!" said Mary.
"If she had lived I believe I should not have been ill always," he grumbled.