"There's a girl who stays sometimes at Mrs.Selden's, on the Three-Notched Road.

She's not freckled, and her eyes are big, and she never goes barefoot.

I reckon it's silk she wears." "What's her name ?" asked the hunter, filling his pipe.
"Jacqueline--Jacqueline Churchill.

She lives at Fontenoy." "Fontenoy's a mighty fine place," remarked Gaudylock.
"And the Churchills are mighty fine people .-- Here's the partridge back, with another freckle-face." "That's Tom Mocket," said Lewis.

"If Vinie's a partridge, Tom's a weasel." The weasel, sandy-haired and freckled, came up the path with long steps.
"Hi, Lewis! Father's gone toward the market looking for your father.
That's a brig from the Indies down there, and the captain's our cousin--ain't he, Vinie?
I know who you are, sir.