They were as upright as Oriental girls, whose heads are nobly poised from carrying the pitcher to the well.

Dark Rhoda might have passed for Rachel, and Dahlia called her Rachel.

They tossed one another their mutual compliments, drawn from the chief book of their reading.

Queen of Sheba was Dahlia's title.

No master of callisthenics could have set them up better than their mother's receipt for making good blood, combined with a certain harmony of their systems, had done; nor could a schoolmistress have taught them correcter speaking.