There is no way you do your hair suits you so well, Anne, and Mrs.Allan says you look like a Madonna when you part it so.

I shall fasten this little white house rose just behind your ear.

There was just one on my bush, and I saved it for you." "Shall I put my pearl beads on ?" asked Anne.

"Matthew brought me a string from town last week, and I know he'd like to see them on me." Diana pursed up her lips, put her black head on one side critically, and finally pronounced in favor of the beads, which were thereupon tied around Anne's slim milk-white throat.
"There's something so stylish about you, Anne," said Diana, with unenvious admiration.

"You hold your head with such an air.