She has the carriage of the head which made them call me the Swan of Dunclody.

She will be fifteen come Michaelmas, and she shall have my pearls for her neck." I heard her in an excessive surprise.

My grandmother had been esteemed a great beauty in her day and had been sung by the ballad-singers.

Was it possible that my looks could be like hers?
I had not thought about them hitherto any more than my cousin had about his.

It was with almost a sense of relief that I heard my grandfather's reply.
"The child is well enough," he said, "but as for being so like you, that she is not, nor ever will have your share of beauty.