Her lips were like heart cherries of the carnation kind; so plump, and fall, and hard, you felt as if you could fall to and eat 'em right up.

Her voice was like a grand piany, all sorts o' power in it; canary-birds' notes at one eend, and thunder at t'other, accordin' to the humour she was in, for she was a'most a grand bit of stuff was Happy, she'd put an edge on a knife a'most.

She was a rael steel.

Her figur' was as light as a fairy's, and her waist was so taper and tiny, it seemed jist made for puttin' an arm round in walkin'.

She was as ac_tive_ and springy on her feet as a catamount, and near about as touch me-not a sort of customer too.
She actilly did seem as if she was made out of steel springs and chicken-hawk.