He has such round blue eyes and they are so wide open with looking about.

And he laughs such a big laugh with his wide mouth--and his cheeks are as red--as red as cherries." She pulled her stool nearer to the sofa and her expression quite changed at the remembrance of the wide curving mouth and wide open eyes.
"See here," she said.

"Don't let us talk about dying; I don't like it.
Let us talk about living.

Let us talk and talk about Dickon.

And then we will look at your pictures." It was the best thing she could have said.