People had not seen her looking like this before, for now the sudden sunlight was dyeing the chestnut filly the brilliant color of a girl's red-gold hair.
She was shining in the light like a new gold coin; her chest was deep; her head and neck tapered lightly from the delicate, high-strung line of her long back.
"Gracious, she's got my hair!" cried Nana in an ecstasy.

"You bet you know I'm proud of it!" The men clambered up on the landau, and Bordenave narrowly escaped putting his foot on Louiset, whom his mother had forgotten.

He took him up with an outburst of paternal grumbling and hoisted him on his shoulder, muttering at the same time: "The poor little brat, he must be in it too! Wait a bit, I'll show you Mamma.

Eh?
Look at Mummy out there." And as Bijou was scratching his legs, he took charge of him, too, while Nana, rejoicing in the brute that bore her name, glanced round at the other women to see how they took it.

They were all raging madly.