She looked up with reproach in her blue eyes.
"Haven't I improved?"
"You were a wonderfully pretty child."
"Oh, never mind looks!"
"But I do. They're the only things worth having."
"They're not enough."
"Leave that to be said by the women who haven't any."
"In any case they don't last."
"And while they do, you slight them."
"I? They're far too useful!" She paused at the door of the dining-room to survey her reflection in the mirror; then turned to me with a slow, childlike smile. "I think I'm looking rather nice to-night."