It's such a pity he was so miserable a creature." "He was n't!" Naida exclaimed, in sudden, indignant passion.

"He was perfectly splendid." "Aunt Lydia did n't think so.

She wrote he was a common gambler,--a low, rough man." "Well, he did gamble; nearly everybody does out here.

And sometimes I suppose he had to fight, but he wasn't truly bad." Miss Spencer's eyes evinced a growing interest.
"Was he real nice-looking ?" she asked.
Naida's voice faltered.

"Ye--es," she said.