She was feeling surprisingly light-hearted herself.

The role of benefactor was an unusual one, and she enjoyed the sensation.
For all her appreciative speeches, Mary approached her task that afternoon with inward reluctance.

Only a grim determination to do her best to earn that dollar was her motive at first, and she helped herself by imagining it was the Princess Winsome's sunny hair which she was lathering and rubbing so vigorously.

Ethelinda closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of the light fingers, and wishing the operation could be prolonged indefinitely.

Somehow this intimate, personal contact seemed to create a friendliness for each other they had never known before.