I should have known her from the likeness to her poor mother--just the same eyes and sweet expression." Aye, those brown eyes, so full of sweetness and melancholy; few who had once seen could mistake or forget them; and Barbara Hare, forgetting where she was, looked at them much that day.
"She is very lovely," thought Barbara, "and her dress is certainly that of a lady.

I wish I had not had this streaming pink feather.

What fine jackdaws she must deem us all!" The earl's carriage, an open barouche, was waiting at the gate, at the conclusion of the service.

He handed his daughter in, and was putting his gouty foot upon the step to follow her, when he observed Mr.
Carlyle.

The earl turned and held out his hand.