Even more beautiful now, perhaps,
than she had been in earlier days, since, in taking the first freshness and
bloom of youth, the years had given in exchange an arresting quality which
is only born of suffering and experience--adding a deeper depth to her
eyes, a certain strength of endurance to the exquisitely moulded mouth.
Silky dark hair curved back beneath her close-fitting hat like a raven's
wing, sheathing her small, fine head. There was the same silky darkness,
too, of brow and lashes, and when she lifted her long-fringed lids they
revealed a pair of sad and very lovely eyes, the colour of a purple pansy.
"It was foolish of me to come out alone," she pursued, as Ann proceeded in
a business-like fashion to investigate the damage. "I've learned how to
drive, but I know nothing at all about repairs, or tow to put on a new tyre
or stepney or anything."
"Well, the first thing to do is to pull the car out of the middle of the
road," returned Ann practically. "Then we'll have to jack her up."
A couple of labourers, passing at the moment, lent a hand in pulling the
car to one side, and when this was accomplished Ann made a raid on the tool
box.
"No, no," the owner of the car protested quickly.
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