An Australian girl! One knows what to expect _there_! Health unlimited; strength tremendous; and noise--_much_ noise.
Yes, she is sure to be a _big_ girl.

A girl with branching limbs, and a laugh you could hear a mile off.

A young woman with no sense of the fitness of things, and a settled conviction that nothing could shake, that "'Strailia" is _the_ finest country on earth! A bouncing creature who _never_ sits down; to whom rest or calm is unknown, and whose highest ambition will be to see the Tower and the wax-works.
Her hair is sure to be untidy; hanging probably in straight, black locks over her forehead, and her frock will look as if it had been pitchforked on to her, and requires only the insubordination of _one_ pin to leave her without it again.
The professor is looking pale, but has on him all the air of one prepared for _anything_ as the maid shows him into the drawing-room of the house where Miss Jane Majendie lives.
His thoughts are still full of her niece.

_Her_ niece, poor woman, and _his_ ward--poor _man_! when the door opens and _some one_ comes in.
_Some one!_ The professor gets slowly on to his feet, and stares at the advancing apparition.

Is it child or woman, this fair vision?
A hard question to answer! It is quite easy to read, however, that "some one" is very lovely! "It is you; Mr.Curzon, is it not ?" says the vision.
Her voice is sweet and clear, a little petulant perhaps, but still _very_ sweet.