Where was I?
Oh, yes--tall, thin, and serious; like a philosopher.

I'll go next to the shoulders, because Helen seems to like them--they are a little round or so.

I, myself, wish to goodness they were somewhat straighter, but Helen says the curve is delightful, being what painters and glaziers call the line of beauty." A sweet light laugh, that rang with the melody of a musical bell, broke from Helen at this part of the description, in which, to tell the truth, she was joined by Reilly.

The old man himself, from sheer happiness and good-humor, joined them both, though utterly ignorant of the cause of their mirth.
"Aye, aye," he exclaimed, "you may laugh--by the great Boyne, I knew I would make you laugh.

Well, I'll go on; his complexion is of a--a--no matter--of a good standing color, at all events; his nose, I grant you, is as thin, and much of the same color, as pasteboard, but as a set-off to that it's a thorough Williamite.