1 An she was such a pretty young thing.
2 And her mother was such a pretty creature.
3 "Well, there's one thing pretty sure," said Mrs. Medlock.
4 Our Martha told me as Mrs. Medlock heard she was a pretty woman.
5 She's begun to be downright pretty since she's filled out and lost her ugly little sour look.
6 It might be nicer in summer when things were green, but there was nothing pretty about it now.
7 She had a very pretty manner, too, and Mary has the most unattractive ways I ever saw in a child.
8 She was a sweet, pretty thing and he'd have walked the world over to get her a blade o grass she wanted.
9 Folks is sorry for Mester Craven because Mrs. Craven was such a pretty young lady an they was so fond of each other.
10 It actually gave Mary a queer feeling in her heart, because he was so pretty and cheerful and seemed so like a person.
11 He was a tiny little shaggy moor pony with thick locks hanging over his eyes and with a pretty face and a nuzzling velvet nose.
12 Perhaps if her mother had carried her pretty face and her pretty manners oftener into the nursery Mary might have learned some pretty ways too.
13 His red waistcoat was like satin and he puffed his tiny breast out and was so fine and so grand and so pretty that it was really as if he were showing her how important and like a human person a robin could be.
14 Mary had liked to look at her mother from a distance and she had thought her very pretty, but as she knew very little of her she could scarcely have been expected to love her or to miss her very much when she was gone.