By the way, brother, they have come here since you left, consequently you have a rare pleasure in store, the forming their acquaintance." "Whose, the old or the young lady's ?" John asked.
"Both," was Anna's reply.

"The mother is very youthful in her appearance.

Why, she scarcely looks older than I, and I, you know, am thirty-two." As if fearful lest her own age should come next under consideration, Miss Eudora hastened to say: "Yes, Mrs.Johnson does look very young, and Alice seems like a child.
Such beautiful hair as she has.

It used to be a bright yellow, or golden, but now it has a darker, richer shade, while her eyes are the softest, handsomest blue." Alice Johnson was evidently a favorite, and this stamped her somebody, so John began to ask who the Johnsons were.
Mrs.Richards seemed disposed to answer, which she did as follows: "Mrs.Johnson used to live in Boston, and her husband was grandson of old Governor Johnson." "Ah, yes," and John began to laugh.

"I see now what gives Miss Alice's hair that peculiar shade, and her eyes that heavenly blue; but go on, mother, and give her figure as soon as may be." "What do you mean ?" asked Anna.