"I don't think one should ever try to look pretty," she rejoined, earnestly.
Her companion was silent.

Then she said, "Well, perhaps it 's not of much use." Charlotte looked at her a little, and then kissed her.

"I hope you will be better when we come back." "My dear sister, I am very well!" said Gertrude.
Charlotte went down the large brick walk to the garden gate; her companion strolled slowly toward the house.

At the gate Charlotte met a young man, who was coming in--a tall, fair young man, wearing a high hat and a pair of thread gloves.

He was handsome, but rather too stout.