Why are you ugly, Miss Polly?
Couldn't you help it?
Did God make you ugly just for fun?
Why doesn't he make everybody pretty?
I would if I were God.

What is God's last name?
Archibald says it is Walker.

Is it Walker, mamma, and how does Archibald know?
Who told him--" When at last she was suppressed and sent out of the room with the nurse, she went at a dancing step, turning to make faces at Archibald, who stood stolidly at his mother's knee, biting deep bites into a red apple Miss Polly had given him.

He was not a handsome child, even Gabriella admitted that his spectacles spoiled his appearance; but he was remarkably intelligent for his four years, and he was so strong and sturdy that he had never had a day's illness in his life.

His face was unusually thoughtful and expressive, and his eyes, in spite of the disfiguring glasses, were large, brown, and beautiful, with something of the luminous softness of Cousin Jimmy's.