Jane was a little below average height and very thin. And now, seeing in the mirror of his fragile figure and pale triangular face, she decided that something like a little waif. She looked into his face. She had high cheekbones, a small, slightly upturned nose, and lips seemed too full for a thin person. Its already large eyes were dilated and is now sparkling clean blue. In the closed checkered dress and bustle in a blue bonnet she probably looked twelve years, not more. Jane tore off the head and threw his cap on the armchair that stood nearby. Lush waves of blond hair champagne color fell on her back. Hair was too much for such a fragile body.