How strange that she should have these children at all.

Berenice had on a white skirt, white tennis-shoes, a pale-cream silk waist or blouse, which fitted her very loosely.
Because of exercise her color was high--quite pink--and her dusty, reddish hair was blowy.

Though they turned into the hedge gate and drove to the west entrance, which was at one side of the house, there was no cessation of the game, not even a glance from Berenice, so busy was she.
He was merely her mother's friend to her.

Cowperwood noted, with singular vividness of feeling, that the lines of her movements--the fleeting, momentary positions she assumed--were full of a wondrous natural charm.

He wanted to say so to Mrs.Carter, but restrained himself.
"It's a brisk game," he commented, with a pleased glance.