Her pink calico dress, newly starched and ironed, had looked so pretty
to her when she had started from home, that she had not been able to
bear the thought of wearing over it this lovely afternoon her faded,
mud-stained riding-skirt; and it was so short that it showed, resting
against the saddle-skirt, her little feet loosely fitted into new bronze
morocco shoes. On her hands she had drawn white half-hand mittens of
home-knit; and on her head she wore an enormous white scoop-bonnet,
lined with pink and tied under her chin in a huge muslin bow. Her face,
hidden away under the pink-and-white shadow, showed such hints of pearl
and rose that it seemed carved from the inner surface of a sea-shell.
Her eyes were gray, almond shaped, rather wide apart, with an expression
changeful and playful, but withal rather shrewd and hard; her light
brown hair, as fine as unspun silk, was parted over her brow and drawn
simply back behind her ears; and the lips of her little mouth curved
against each other, fresh, velvet-like, smiling
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