Had she been surrounded by friends, such as she had known in her halcyon school days at Paris, she would have been the gayest of the gay.
Her hair was dark as her mother's,--even darker.

Seen by the side of Miss O'Hara's, the mother's hair was certainly not black, but one could hardly think that hair could be blacker than the daughter's.

But hers fell in curling clusters round her neck,--such clusters as now one never sees.

She would shake them in sport, and the room would seem to be full of her locks.

But she used to say herself to her mother that there was already to be found a grey hair among them now and again, and she would at times shew one, declaring that she would be an old woman before her mother was middle-aged.
Her life at Ardkill Cottage was certainly very dull.