little
puckered
face and
her little
Chinese
eyes。Everything
about her
was so
small。
Yet，thought
Mrs。Ramsay，comparing
her with
Minta，as
she
claimed
her
help（for
Lily
should
bear her
out she
talked no
more about
her
dairies
than her
husband
did about
his
boots-he
would talk
by the
hour about
his
boots）of
the
two，Lily
at forty
will be
the
better。There
was in
Lily a
thread of
something；a
flare of
something；something
of her own
which
Mrs。Ramsay
