An Australian girl! One knows what to expect _there!_ Health unlimited; strength tremendous; and noise--_much_ noise.
Yes, she is sure to be a _big_ girl.

A girl with branching limbs, and a laugh you could hear a mile off.

A young woman with no sense of the fitness of things, and a settled conviction that nothing could shake, that "'Strailia" is _the_ finest country on earth! A bouncing creature who _never_ sits down; to whom rest or calm is unknown, and whose highest ambition will be to see the Tower and the wax-works.
Her hair is sure to be untidy; hanging probably in straight, black locks over her forehead, and her frock will look as if it had been pitchforked on to her, and requires only the insubordination of _one_ pin to leave her without it again.
The professor is looking pale, but has on him all the air of one prepared for _anything_ as the maid shows him in the drawing-room of the house where Miss Jane Majendie lives.
His thoughts are still full her niece.

_Her_ niece, poor woman, and _his_ ward--poor _man!_ when the door opens and _some one_ comes in.
_Some one!_ The professor gets slowly on to his feet, and stares at the advancing apparition.

Is it child or woman, this fair vision?
A hard question to answer! It is quite easy to read, however, that "some one" is very lovely! "It is you, Mr.Curzon, is it not ?" says the vision.
Her voice is sweet and clear, a little petulant perhaps, but still _very_ sweet.