She had a very pretty manner, too, and Mary has the most unattractive ways I ever saw in a child.

The children call her 'Mistress Mary Quite Contrary,' and though it's naughty of them, one can't help understanding it." "Perhaps if her mother had carried her pretty face and her pretty manners oftener into the nursery Mary might have learned some pretty ways too.

It is very sad, now the poor beautiful thing is gone, to remember that many people never even knew that she had a child at all." "I believe she scarcely ever looked at her," sighed Mrs.Crawford.
"When her Ayah was dead there was no one to give a thought to the little thing.

Think of the servants running away and leaving her all alone in that deserted bungalow.

Colonel McGrew said he nearly jumped out of his skin when he opened the door and found her standing by herself in the middle of the room." Mary made the long voyage to England under the care of an officer's wife, who was taking her children to leave them in a boarding-school.
She was very much absorbed in her own little boy and girl, and was rather glad to hand the child over to the woman Mr.Archibald Craven sent to meet her, in London.