"It was a dreadful pity it was spoiled.

The boys in the pantry had it for a year there on the table for a tray, to wash the glasses on and the like.

It was a shame; that was the prettiest picture in the house, with the gentlest, rosiest face." "It ain't so gentle or rosy now, I can tell you," said Philip.

"As fixed as marble; with thin lips, and a curve at the nostril.

Do you remember the woman that was found dead in the clough, when I was a boy, that the gipsies murdered, it was thought,--a cruel-looking woman ?" "Agoy! Master Philip, dear! ye would not name that terrible-looking creature with the pretty, fresh, kindly face!" "Faces change, you see; no matter what she's like; it's her talk that frightens me.