In the first place, she was the most beautiful white woman I ever saw in Polynesia.

But this is saying nothing.

She had such eyes, such moss-roses in her cheeks, such a divine air in the saddle, that, to my dying day, I shall never forget Mrs.Bell.
The sugar-planter himself was young, robust, and handsome.

So, merrily may the little Bells increase, and multiply, and make music in the Land of Imeeo..