'I have really not given her a thought--and--good heavens!--she will be here, you say, in half an hour.

Is she young--stupid--pretty?
Has she any experience--any conversation ?' 'I read you Adele's letter on Monday,' said Miss Manisty, in a tone of patience--'and I told you then all I knew--but I noticed you didn't listen.
I only saw her myself for a few hours at Boston.

I remember she was rather good-looking--but very shy, and not a bit like all the other girls one was seeing.

Her clothes were odd, and dowdy, and too old for her altogether,--which struck me as curious, for the American girls, even the country ones, have such a natural turn for dressing themselves.

Her Boston cousins didn't like it, and they tried to buy her things--but she was difficult to manage--and they had to give it up.