Did you ever imagine anything fairer than yourself , dainty Kilmeny ? '' She was blushing now , and stealing shy radiant glances at the mirror . With a smile she took her slate and wrote naively , `` I think I am pleasant to look upon . I can not tell you how glad I am . It is so dreadful to believe one is ugly . 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 .
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