A Sweeter Woman Ne'er Drew Breath
floor and she turned pale. With a little low, involuntary cry she put her hands over her face.
Eric pulled them boyishly away.
"Kilmeny, do you think you are ugly now? This is a truer mirror than Aunt Janet's silver sugar bowl! Look—look—look! Did you ever imagine anything fairer than yourself, dainty Kilmeny?"
She was blushing now, and stealing shy radiant glances at the mirror. With a smile she took her slate and wrote naïvely,
"I think I am pleasant to look upon. I cannot tell you how glad I am. It is so dreadful to believe one is ugly. You can get used to everything else, but you never get used to that. It hurts just the same every time you remember it. But why did mother tell me I was ugly? Could she really have thought so? Perhaps I have become better looking since I grew up."
"I think perhaps your mother had
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