And now to think of it! to think of it! How shall I tell my poor man ?" "What was his mother like ?" asked Hildegarde, trying to turn for the moment the current of painful thought.
Nurse Lucy gave a little laugh, even while wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Poor Eliza!" she said.

"She was a good woman, but--well, there! she had no _faculty_, as you may say.

And homely! you never saw such a homely woman, Hilda; for I don't believe there could be two in the world.

I never think of Eliza without remembering what Jacob said after he saw her for the first time.