It was not her face, though that was winsome enough, nor her form, though I never saw the lass that could match her; but it was her spirit, her queer mocking ways, her fresh new fashion of talk, her proud whisk of the dress and toss of the head, which made one feel like the ground beneath her feet, and then the quick challenge in her eye, and the kindly word that brought one up to her level again.
Cela ne tenait point à sa figure, qui pourtant était des plus attrayantes, non plus qu'à sa tournure, bien que je n'aie vu aucune jeune fille qui pût rivaliser en cela avec elle. C'était son entrain, ses façons drôlement moqueuses, sa manière toute nouvelle pour nous de causer, le geste fier avec lequel elle rejetait sa robe ou portait la tête en arrière.