You look just lovely." Marjorie's compliment was very sincere, for she greatly admired her grandmother, and in spite of her formality, and even severity, Marjorie had a good deal of affection for her.
The maid was just putting the finishing touches to Mrs.Maynard's costume, and as she stood; robed in mauve satin, with sparkling diamond ornaments, she made a handsome picture.

Mrs.Maynard was a beautiful woman, and exceedingly young-looking for her age.

There was scarcely a thread of gray in her dark brown hair, and the natural roses still bloomed on her soft cheeks.
Marjorie had not seen her grandmother before in full evening attire, and she walked round, gazing at her admiringly.
"I don't wonder my father is such a handsome man," she said.

"He looks ever so much like you." Grandma Maynard was pleased at this naive compliment, for she knew Marjorie was straightforward and sincere.

She smiled at her little granddaughter, saying, "I'm glad you're pleased with your family's personal appearance, and I think some day you will grow up to be a pretty young lady yourself; but you must try to remember that handsome is as handsome does." Marjorie's adaptable nature quickly took color from her surroundings and influences, and gazing at her refined and dignified grandmother, she said earnestly, "When I grow up, Grandma, I hope I'll look just like you, and I hope I'll behave just like you.