They were like--let me see what they were like! They were like the wings of a windmill." "No, they weren't!" said Ella.

"I was in the drawing-room--and they didn't look like a windmill a bit.

They looked queer, but pretty." "Queer, but pretty!" repeated Nora.
"Yes, they did," said Ella.

"And you laughed when you were Red Riding-hood, Nora Dinwiddie." "I didn't laugh a bit!" "It is no matter if you did laugh, Nora," said Daisy;--"you got grave again, and the picture was very nice." "I didn't laugh!" said Nora; "and if I did, everybody else did.

I don't think the pictures I saw were at all like pictures--they were just like a parcel of people dressed up." Some gay paper mottoes made a diversion and stopped the little mouths for a time; and then the people went away.
"Well Daisy," said Mrs.Gary,--"how do you like this new entertainment ?" "The pictures?
I think they were very pretty, aunt Gary." "How happened it that somebody else wore my diamonds ?" said her mother,--"and not you.