Black hair, black eyes, white face and thin figure! what a description whereby to find a girl in this great city of New York.
Ah!" said he with sudden gratification, "here is Mr.Blake again; his appointment must have been a failure.

Let us see if his description will be any more definite." And hurrying towards the advancing figure of that gentleman, he put some questions to him.
Instantly Mr.Blake stopped, looked at him blankly for a moment, then replied in a tone sufficiently loud for me to hear: "I am sorry, sir, if my description could have done you any good, but I have not the remotest idea how the girl looked.

I did not know till this morning even, that there was such a person in my house as a sewing-woman.

I leave all such domestic concerns entirely with Mrs.
Daniels." Mr.Gryce again bowed low and ventured another question.

The answer came as before, distinctly to my ears.
"O, I may have seen her, I can not say about that; I very often run across the servants in the hall; but whether she is tall or short, light or dark, pretty or ugly, I know no more than you do, sir." Then with a dignified nod calculated to abash a man in Mr.Gryce's position, inquired, "Is that all ?" It did not seem to be, Mr.Gryce put another question.
Mr.Blake give him a surprised stare before replying, then courteously remarked, "I do not concern myself with servants after they have left me.