This is Mr.Gusher, my daughter.

You have heard me speak of Mr.Gusher so often." Mattie blushed and looked confused, then courtesied in a cold and formal manner.
"I am so glad to make you my compliments," said Mr.Gusher, making one of his best bows, and moving backward with a shuffling motion, "I am so glad to make you my friend," he continued, bowing and placing his right hand on his heart.

Mattie's beauty was quite up to the picture Mr.
Gusher had drawn of it in his imagination.

But her manner was so cold and formal that it not only disappointed but annoyed him.

Instead of an ardent, impressible, romantic and even demonstrative girl, bubbling over with warmth and vivacity, here she was, as cold and formal as a charity school matron of forty summers.
"I hope, sir, that you will find your visit to Nyack pleasant," she replied, tossing her long, golden curls bewitchingly over her fair, full shoulders with her right hand, then motioning Mr.Gusher to be seated "Nyack is a very dull place, though.