I wondered if she ever had bright hair, laughing eyes, and red in her lips and cheeks.

She must have been pretty if she had.
At last I reached my mother.

There was nothing scared or faded about her, and she was dreadfully sick too, once in a while since she had the fever.

She was a little bit of a woman, coloured like a wild rose petal, face and body--a piece of pink porcelain Dutch, father said.
She had brown eyes, hair like silk, and she always had three best dresses.

There was one of alpaca or woollen, of black, gray or brown, and two silks.