Soft hair on which light drops a diadem.
Gerald Massey.
With hands so flower-like, soft and fair,
She caught at life with words as sweet
As first spring violets.
Ibid.
No, it was not a bad room, that room of Mrs. Watkins's, seen just now in the November dusk, with its bright fire and neat hearth, with the kettle gossiping deliciou