Fairy Book

Childrens Classics from the 19th centuryThere was a look of utter despair on Prudys disfigured face. Bitter tears were trickling from the two white puff-balls which had been her eyes; her forehead and cheeks were of a flaming pink, broken into little snow-drifts full of stings: she looked as if she had just been rescued from an angry beehive. Altogether, her appearance was exceedingly droll; yet Grace would not allow herself to smile at her afflicted little cousin. Strange, said she, what makes our mosquitoes so impolite to strangers! Its a downright shame, isnt it, ma, to have little Prudy so imposed upon? If I could only amuse her, and make her forget it!