He did not ask Rowena to sit up with him, though I think she expected him to do so; but he talked with her about Norway, and his folks there, and how lonely it was on his farm, and of his hopes that one day he would be a well-to-do farmer.
After one got used to her poor clothes, and when she got tamed down a little on acquaintance and gave a person a chance to look at her, and especially into her eyes, she was a very pretty girl.

She had grown since I had seen her the summer before, and was fuller of figure.

Her hair was still of that rich dark brown, just the color of her eyes and eyebrows.

She had been a wild girl last summer, but now she was a woman, with spells of dreaming and times when her feelings were easily hurt.
She still was ready to flare up and fight at the drop of the hat--because, I suppose, she felt that everybody looked down on her and her family; but to Magnus and me she was always gentle and sometimes I thought she was going to talk confidentially to me.
After she had had one of her lessons one evening she said to me, "I wish I wa'n't so darned infarnal ignorant.

I wish I could learn enough to teach school!" "We're all ignorant here," I said.
"Magnus ain't," said she.