She lives in New York, rolls in wealth, and is one of a large family of whom she is the sun-flower.

Let me give you her portrait as I have it from fragmentary but copious descriptions.

She is, I should say, five feet eleven and three quarter inches in height--don't shake your head, Miss Phebe,--and slender in disproportion.

She has the feet of a Chinese, the hands of a baby, and the strength of a Jupiter Ammon.

She has hair six yards long and blacker than Egyptian darkness.