You can get used to everything else , but you never get used to that . It hurts just the same every time you remember it . But why did mother tell me I was ugly ? Could she really have thought so ? Perhaps I have become better looking since I grew up . '' `` I think perhaps your mother had found that beauty is not always a blessing , Kilmeny , and thought it wiser not to let you know you possessed it . Come , let us go back to the orchard now . We must n't waste this rare evening in the house . There is going to be a sunset that we shall remember all our lives . The mirror will hang here . It is yours . Do n't look into it too often , though , or Aunt Janet will disapprove . She is afraid it will make you vain . '' Kilmeny gave one of her rare , musical laughs , which Eric never heard without a recurrence of the old wonder that she could laugh so when she could not speak . She blew an airy little kiss at her mirrored face and turned from it , smiling happily . On their way to the orchard they met Neil . He went by them with an averted face , but Kilmeny shivered and involuntarily drew nearer to Eric . `` I do n't understand Neil at all now , '' she wrote nervously . `` He is not nice , as he used to be , and sometimes he will not answer when I speak to him . And he looks so strangely at me , too .
Besides , he is surly and impertinent XXXXX Uncle and Aunt . ''
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