"It doesn't stand to reason that a pretty woman could be th' mother o' such a fou' little lass," she had added obstinately.
Mary had not had time to pay much attention to her changing face.

She had only known that she looked "different" and seemed to have a great deal more hair and that it was growing very fast.

But remembering her pleasure in looking at the Mem Sahib in the past she was glad to hear that she might some day look like her.
Susan Sowerby went round their garden with them and was told the whole story of it and shown every bush and tree which had come alive.

Colin walked on one side of her and Mary on the other.

Each of them kept looking up at her comfortable rosy face, secretly curious about the delightful feeling she gave them--a sort of warm, supported feeling.
It seemed as if she understood them as Dickon understood his "creatures." She stooped over the flowers and talked about them as if they were children.