She had that fine resolute cast of countenance which often characterizes those who are constantly to be found at the bedside of the sick.

Her dress was very plain, and she wore a neckerchief of soft, white Indian muslin about her throat, instead of the starched yellow one which was almost universal amongst the women citizens of the day.

Her hands were large and white and capable looking.

Her only ornament was a chatelaine of many chains, to which were suspended the multifarious articles which a nurse has in constant requisition.

In figure she was tall and stately, and in the street strangers often paused to give her a backward glance.