'Only, why'-- she hesitated, but her half-laughing look continued the sentence.
'Why does she blacken her eyebrows, and paint her lips, and powder her cheeks?
Is that what you mean ?' Nelly's look was apologetic.

'She doesn't really want it, does she ?' she said shyly, as though remembering that she was speaking to a kinswoman of the person discussed.

'She could do so well without it.' 'No--to be quite candid, I don't think she _would_ look so well without it.

That's the worst of it.

It seems to suit her to be made up!--though everybody knows it _is_ make-up.' 'Of course, if George wanted me to "make up," I should do it at once,' said Nelly, thoughtfully, propping her chin on her hands, and staring at the lake.