grewshame-facedaboutthematter，andfearedtoencounteralooking-glass。Butmotherwasveryproud，andsaidshenevercouldhavetoomuchofme。
Theworstofalltomakemeashamedofbearingmyheadsohigh——athingIsawnowaytohelp，forInevercouldhangmychindown，andmybackwaslikeagatepostwheneverItriedtobendit——theworstofallwasourlittleEliza，whonevercouldcometoasizeherself，thoughshehadthewinefromtheSacramentatEasterandAllhallowmas，onlytobesmallandskinny，sharp，andclevercrookedly。Notthatherbodywasoutofthestraightbeingtoosmallforthatperhaps，butthatherwitwasfullofcorners，jagged，andstrange，anduncomfortable。Younevercouldtellwhatshemightsaynext；andIlikenotthatkindofwomen。NowGodforgivemefortalkingsoofmyownfather’sdaughter，andsomuchthemorebyreasonthatmyfathercouldnothelpit。Therightwayistofacethematter，andthenbesorryforeveryone。Mymotherfellgrievouslyonaslide，whichJohnFryhadmadenightheapple-roomdoor，andhiddenwithstrawfromthestable，tocoverhisowngreatidleness。MyfatherlaidJohn’snoseontheice，andkepthimwarminspiteofit；butitwastoolateforEliza。Shewasbornnextdaywithmoremindthanbody——theworstthingthatcanbefallaman。
ButAnnie，myothersister，wasnowafinefairgirl，beautifultobehold。Icouldlookatherbythefireside，foranhourtogether，whenIwasnottoosleepy，andthinkofmydearfather。Andshewoulddothesamethingbyme，onlywaitthebetweenoftheblazes。Herhairwasdoneupinaknotbehind，butsomewouldfalloverhershoulders；andthedancingofthelightwassweettoseethroughaman’seyelashes。
Thereneverwasafacethatshowedthelightortheshadowoffeeling，asiftheheartweresuntoit，morethanourdearAnnie’sdid。Tolookathercarefully，youmightthinkthatshewasnotdwellingonanything；
andthenshewouldknowyouwerelookingather，andthoseeyeswouldtellallaboutit。GodknowsthatI