Redbud is a lovely little creature, whom it is a delight to look upon.

She has a profusion of light, curling hair, a fine fresh, tender complexion, deep, mild eyes, and a mouth of that innocent and artless expression which characterizes childhood.

She is about sixteen, and has just emerged from short dresses, by particular request and gracious permission from Miss Lavinia, who is major-domo and manager in general.

Redbud is, therefore, clad in the morning-dress of young ladies of the period.

Her sleeves are ornamented with fluttering ribbons, and her hair is brushed back in the fashion now styled _Pompadour_, but quite unpowdered.