'Hold up the net a moment,' she said, without preface, as the boy came up.
He flung down his bundle, held the edge of the cabbage-net, and as she filled its meshes with the dripping leaves she went on, 'Well, did you see her ?' 'Yes; quite plain.' 'Is she ladylike ?' 'Yes; and more.

A lady complete.' 'Is she young ?' 'Well, she's growed up, and her ways be quite a woman's.' 'Of course.

What colour is her hair and face ?' 'Her hair is lightish, and her face as comely as a live doll's.' 'Her eyes, then, are not dark like mine ?' 'No--of a bluish turn, and her mouth is very nice and red; and when she smiles, her teeth show white.' 'Is she tall ?' said the woman sharply.
'I couldn't see.

She was sitting down.' 'Then do you go to Holmstoke church to-morrow morning: she's sure to be there.

Go early and notice her walking in, and come home and tell me if she's taller than I.' 'Very well, mother.