"I am a poor one for noticing.

I will call one of the girls, I--" She was gone before we realized she had not finished her sentence.
"Humph!" broke from Mr.Gryce's lips as he thoughtfully took down a vase that stood on a bracket near by and looked into it.
I did not venture a word.
When Mrs.Daniels came back she had with her a trim-looking girl of prepossessing appearance.
"This is Fanny," said she; "she knows Emily well, being in the habit of waiting on her at table; she will tell you what you want to hear.

I have explained to her," she went on, nodding towards Mr.Gryce with a composure such as she had not before displayed; "that you are looking for your niece who ran away from home some time ago to go into some sort of service." "Certainly, ma'am," quoth that gentleman, bowing with mock admiration to the gas-fixture.

Then carelessly shifting his glance to the cleaning-cloth which Fanny held rather conspicuously in her hand, he repeated the question he had already put to Mrs.Daniels.
The girl, tossing her head just a trifle, at once replied: "O she was good-looking enough, if that is what you mean, for them as likes a girl with cheeks as white as this cloth was afore I rubbed the spoons with it.

As for her eyes, they was blacker than her hair, which was the blackest I ever see.