Her nose was the crookedest in the State--all bent around sideways.

Old Captain Binder used to say that it looked like the jibsail of an oyster-sloop on the windward tack.
Only his fun, you know.

But Helen never minded it.

She said herself that it aimed so much around the corner that whenever she sneezed she blew down her back hair.

There were rich depths of humor in that woman.