She had stepped from the page of an old romance into life and laughter, wearing for the mystification of chance beholders, an old-time gown of gold brocade! The mystery of her gown, the river setting, the laughing sweetness of her face, rooted him to the spot in wonder and delight.

He knew every subtlety of her coloring in one glance.

Her soft exquisite eyes were brown.

Tragic, they might very well seem pools of ink.

Her hair?
In the sun there was bronze, deep and vivid, in the shadows brown.