"I hate my beauty.

I wish I had always been as brown and plain as the brownest and plainest girl at the fishing village over there.
Well, what do you think of Miss Cornelia ?" The abrupt change of subject shut the door on any further confidences.
"Miss Cornelia is a darling, isn't she ?" said Anne.

"Gilbert and I were invited to her house to a state tea last week.

You've heard of groaning tables." "I seem to recall seeing the expression in the newspaper reports of weddings," said Leslie, smiling.
"Well, Miss Cornelia's groaned--at least, it creaked--positively.

You couldn't have believed she would have cooked so much for two ordinary people.