"But I'm not easy about her future. She's an odd child, and looks it."
"Pretty?" This from Mr. Pindar.
"Well, I don't know. Striking-looking, you'd rather say, perhaps, Mr. Pindar."
"Let her go her own way. We've talked quite enough about her." Lady Meg sounded decisive—and not a little bored.
"And then"—Mrs. Brownlow made bold to go on for a moment—"such a funny mark! Many people wouldn't like it, I'm sure."
Lady Meg turned sharply on her. "Mark? What do you mean? What mark?"
"A mark on her face, you know. A round, red mark—"
"Big as a threepenny bit, pretty nearly," said the Squire.
"Where?"
"On her cheek."