Good sense, I had always given her credit for possessing; and I believed her capable of reading character correctly.

She was the last one I should have regarded as being in danger of losing a heart to Ralph Dewey.
In person, Delia was rather below than above the middle stature.

Her hair was of a dark brown, and so were her eyes--the latter large and liquid.

Her complexion was fresh, almost ruddy, and her countenance animated, and quick to register every play of feeling.
In manner, she was exceedingly agreeable, and had the happy art of putting even strangers at ease.

It was no matter of wonder to me, as I said before, that Henry Wallingford should fall in love with Delia Floyd.