She is a downright beautiful girl." "Yes," said Donald, "she is, but she can't hold a candle to you.

How did she look when she was your age ?" "I can't remember Eileen," said Linda, "when she was not exquisitely dressed and thinking more about taking care of her shoes than anything else in the world.

I can't remember her when she was not curled, and even when she was a tiny thing Mother put a dust of powder on her nose.
She said her skin was so delicate that it could not bear the sun.

She never could run or play or motor much or do anything, because she has always had to be saved for the sole purpose of being exquisitely beautiful.

Talk about lilies of the field, that's what Eileen is! She is an improvement on the original lily of the field--she's a lily of the drawing room.