[...]heavy coils of straw-colored hair piled high on her head, and big blue eyes that were quick to weep. Karl arose, threw aside his paper and essayed to comfort her. "There, there," he said, patting her shoulder, "don't cry, Mimi; you are full of folly to-day." As quick to smile as she had been to cry, Mimi unveiled her eyes and looked at him eagerly, her lips parting over her white teeth. [...].