She was bubbling over with good humor and her wit and funny stories were the very life of any circle where she happened to be.

She was most remarkably well-informed on all leading questions of the day, and men of brain always enjoyed a chat with her.

And the children and older people fairly worshipped her; for she paid especial attention to these.

In all religious movements among the women she was the leading spirit.
With all these points in her favor she was unassuming and bowed her head so low that the darts of jealousy, so universally hurled at the brilliant and popular, never came her way.

No one in Norfolk was considered worthy of her heart and hand and the community was tenderly solicitous as to who should wed her.
Bernard had made such rapid strides in their affections and esteem that they had already assigned him to their pet, Viola, or Vie as she was popularly called.
When the time for the departure of the guests arrived, Bernard with great regret bade Miss Martin adieu.
She ran upstairs to get her cloak, and a half dozen girls went tripping up stairs behind her; when once in the room set apart for the ladies' cloaks they began to gleefully pound Viola with pillows and smother her with kisses.
"You have made a catch, Vie.