He is a noble looking fellow! Where are your eyes ?" "The man that a wife has to deal with, is the man of the spirit, Aunt Phoebe--the real man.

The handsome outside is nothing, if the inner man is not beautiful!" Jessie spoke with a sudden glow of feeling.
"Stuff and nonsense, child!" said Mrs.Loring, impatiently.

"Stuff and nonsense!" she repeated, seeing that her niece looked steadily into her face.

"What do you know of the man of the spirit, as you call it?
And, moreover, what possesses you to infer that Mr.
Dexter's inner man is not as beautiful as the outer ?" "The soul looks forth from the eyes, and manifests its quality in the tones of the voice," replied Jessie, a fine enthusiasm illuminating her beautiful face.

"No man can hide from us his real character, unless we let self-love and self-interest draw an obscuring veil." "You are a strange girl, Jessie--a very strange girl!" Mrs.Loring was fretted.