The world has come to an end....

Oh, Lord, look who's coming! Lane, did you ever in your life see such a peach as that ?" Bessy Bell had appeared, coming toward them with a callow youth near her own age.

Her dress was some soft, pale blue material that was neither gaudy nor fantastical.

But it was far from modest.

Lane had to echo Blair's eulogy of this young specimen of the new America.