The plump, rosy girl of fourteen, though she also is very sweet, never rises to such celestial power of feminine grace as she who is angular and bony, whose limbs are long, and whose joints are sharp.
Such was Clara Desmond at sixteen.

But still, even then, to those who were gifted with the power of seeing, she gave promise of great loveliness.

Her eyes were long and large, and wonderfully clear.
There was a liquid depth in them which enabled the gazer to look down into them as he would into the green, pellucid transparency of still ocean water.

And then they said so much--those young eyes of hers: from her mouth in those early years words came but scantily, but from her eyes questions rained quicker than any other eyes could answer them.

Questions of wonder at what the world contained,--of wonder as to what men thought and did; questions as to the inmost heart, and truth, and purpose of the person questioned.