"Well, we can, in the things that are most valuable," said Lois, standing still again for a moment to look at her sister.
"O, yes, books— But I would like to be graceful like Mrs. Barclay. You would call that not valuable; but I care more for it than for all the rest. Her beautiful manners."
"She has beautiful manners," said Lois. "I do not think manners can be taught. They cannot be imitated."
"Why not?"
"O, they wouldn't be natural. And what suits one might not suit another. A very handsome nose of somebody else might not be good on my face. No, they would not be natural."
"You need not wish for anybody's nose but your own," said Madge. "That will do, and so will mine, I'm thankful! But what makes her look so unhappy, Lois?"
"She does look unhappy."
"She looks as if she had lost all her friends."
"She has got one, here," said Lois, sweeping away.
"But what good can you do her?"