I stole a sly glance into the looking-glass, and convinced myself that I was a beauty also, but Oriental.
We had different attractions.
She may be Spring white sunshine, while I am yellow Autumn moonbeams. One is animation, and the other sweetness.
I smiled.
She smiled back promptly.
We promised love in our little smile.
She placed her hand on my shoulder. How her diamond ring flashed! She praised the satin skin of my face.
She was very white, with a few sprinkles of freckles. Their scattering added briskness to the face in her case. (But doesn’t San Francisco produce too many freckles in woman?) The texture of Ada’s skin wasn’t fine. Her face was like a ripe peach with powdery hair.
Is it true that dark skin is gaining popularity in American society?
The Japanese type of beauty is coming to the front then, I am happy.