"Oh, I'm just--me!" His glance followed the lightly waved hands with keen approval, then rose to the lively and colourful face, with its hazel eyes, its small and pretty nose, and the lip-caught smile which seemed the climax of her decorative transition.

Never had he seen a creature so plastic or so wistful.
Here was a contrast to his cousin Mildred, who was not wistful, and controlled any impulses toward plasticity, if she had them.

"By George!" he said.

"But you ARE different!" With that, there leaped in her such an impulse of roguish gallantry as she could never resist.

She turned her head, and, laughing and bright-eyed, looked him full in the face.
"From whom ?" she cried.
"From--everybody!" he said.