She gave him just that second to take her all in, and then sprang at his neck.
"Oh, don't you think I look nice?" she said passionately. "It's all Miss Exeter--your priceless pearl--and she is priceless. Don't you think I look nice? I like her better almost than anyone I ever knew, because she's so straight. Don't you think I look nice?"
"Indeed I do," said her uncle. He managed to free his neck from the yoke of Antonia's arms and held her off and turned her round. "Yes," he said, "you look exactly as I like to see you."
Antonia smiled and then sighed.
"I feel every stitch I have on," she said, "particularly the shoes
and stockings." She raised first one leg and then the other and shook it, with a gesture not at all graceful. "I've never worn them except in winter before. But still, it does make a difference in one's popularity--clothes--particularly with boys. Boys are funny, Uncle Anthony."
To be continued...
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