Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm_9

銆��The buff calico was faded, but scrupulously clean,and starched within an inch of its life. From thelittle standing ruffle at the neck the child's slenderthroat rose very brown and thin, and the head lookedsmall to bear the weight of dark hair that hung ina thick braid to her waist. She wore an odd littlevizored cap of white leghorn, which may either havebeen the latest thing in children's hats, or some bitof ancient finery furbished up for the occasion. Itwas trimmed with a twist of buff ribbon and a clusterof black and orange porcupine quills,cheap furla bags, which hungor bristled stiffly over one ear, giving her thequaintest and most unusual appearance. Her face waswithout color and sharp in outline. As to features,she must have had the usual number, though Mr.
銆��Cobb's attention never proceeded so far as nose,forehead, or chin, being caught on the way and heldfast by the eyes. Rebecca's eyes were like faith,replica furla bags,--"the substance of things hoped for, the evidenceof things not seen." Under her delicately etchedbrows they glowed like two