One gay, frank, impetuous, but sweet and winning.

She was an American, fair, and with bright brown hair.

The other, a little French Canadian, used to join me in my walks, silently take my hand, and sit at my feet when I stopped in beautiful places.

She seemed to understand without a word; and I never shall forget her little figure, with its light, but pensive motion, and her delicate, grave features, with the pale, clear complexion and soft eye.

She was motherless, and much left alone by her father and brothers, who were boatmen.