Taking up the lamp she went to her room.
It contained a narrow bed, a bureau, a small wardrobe and a rug.

The walls held several pictures, and some touches of color in the way of ribbons, bright posters, and an orange-and-blue banner.

A photograph of Bessy Bell stood on the bureau and the girl's beauty seemed like a light in the dingy room.
Rose looked in the mirror and smiled and tossed her curly head.

She studied the oval face framed in its mass of curls, the steady gray-blue eyes, the soft, wistful, tenderly curved lips.

"Yes, I'm pretty," she said.