Suddenly Gregory dropped the handle, and impressed a fervent kiss on the fat hand that guided the linen.
"You are so beautiful, Em," said the lover.

"It comes over me in a flood suddenly how I love you." Em smiled.
"Tant Sannie says when I am her age no one will look at me; and it is true.

My hands are as short and broad as a duck's foot, and my forehead is so low, and I haven't any nose.

I can't be pretty." She laughed softly.

It was so nice to think he should be so blind.
"When my cousin comes tomorrow you will see a beautiful woman, Gregory," she added presently.