She had a wide black hat, with one long white ostrich feather.

Her good hand was gloved in delicate grey kid.

There was something quaint about her aspect; for that artist, Simmons, had discovered that Mary, for all her fifteen years, looked her best with her soft fine brown hair piled on top of her head.

When she presented Mary so to Lady Anne the old lady was fain to acknowledge that Simmons was right.

There was a quaint and delightful stateliness about Mary which made Lady Anne say to herself once more that the child had gentle blood in her.
"Dear me," Mildred Carruthers thought, as her eyes wandered again and again to the elegant little figure, "Kit said nothing of this.