But her blue eyes were beautiful, and they sparkled with a combination of saucy mischief and kindly consideration for others that lent her face an indescribable charm.
Everyone loved Patsy Doyle, and people would gaze longer at her smiling-lips and dancing eyes than upon many a more handsome but less attractive face.

She was nearly seventeen years old, not very tall, and her form, to speak charitably, was more neat than slender.
"A while ago," said the Major, resuming the conversation as he carved the roast, "a young fellow came to me who had invented a new sort of pump to inflate rubber tires.

He wanted capital to patent the pump and put it on the market.

The thing looked pretty good, John; so I lent him a thousand of your money." "Quite right," returned Uncle John, nodding.
"But pretty soon he came back with a sad tale.

He was in a bad fix.
Another fellow was contesting his patent and fighting hard to head him off.