Kilmeny opened her eyes and looked straight into the mirror where , like a lovely picture in a golden frame , she saw herself reflected . For a moment she was bewildered . Then she realized what it meant . The lilies fell from her arm to the floor and she turned pale . With a little low , involuntary cry she put her hands over her face . Eric pulled them boyishly away . `` Kilmeny , do you think you are ugly now ? This is a truer mirror than Aunt Janet 's silver sugar bowl ! Look -- look -- look ! 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 XXXXX the orchard now .
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