hercheekswerepinkandhereyeswereblue，andshewassobeautifullydressedthatyoucouldnottakeindetailsbutmustsimplysurrenderyourselftoacloudyfilmofwhiteorblue，witheverythingsoperfectlyinitsplacethatitseemedtotheroughandreadyJeremyquiteunearthly。Ofcourseshehadtobeverycarefulhowshewalked，whenshesatdown，inwhatwayshemovedherhandsandfeet，andhowsheblewhernose。Itwaswonderfultoseeherdothesethings，shedidthemsonaturallyandyetalwayswithasenseofaneffortovercomeforthegoodofhumanity。Hermotherneverceasedtoemptypraisesatherfeet，appealingtovisitorswith：
“Isn’tCharlottetoolovelyto-day？“or“Really，Mrs。Cole，didyoueverseeanythinglikeCharlotte’shair？“or“Justamoment，Mrs。
Cole，I’msureyou’veneverseensuchhandsandfeetonanyhumanbeingbefore！“——anditwasimpossibletotellwhetherornoCharlottewasmovedbythesepraises，becausesheneversaidanythingatall。Shewasalmostcompletelysilent，andonce，atthetea-gatheringinCowFarm，whenshesuddenlysaid：“I’mtired，Mama，“Jeremynearlyjumpedfromhischair，soastonishedhewas。
Jeremyhad，duringtheyearthatintervenedbetweenthatvisitandthis，sometimesthoughtofCharlotte，andhehadlookedbackuponher，notasalittlegirlbutassomethingstrange，fantastic，wonderfullycoloured，whomitwouldbeinterestingtoseeagain。HewonderedwhyMaryandHelencouldnotbelikethat，insteadofrunningaboutandscreamingandbecomingredintheface。HesaidoncetoMarythatsheshouldimitateCharlotte，andthescenethatfollowedwasterrible。Mary，fromthatmoment，hatedCharlottewithanoverpoweringhatred。
Herethisyeartheywereagain。Mrs。LePagewithherlongneck，herbeautifulpearlear-rings，herpalewateryeyesandhertaperingfingers；Charlottejustasbefore，silent，beautifulandprecious。