The wan and sickly look was rapidly passing away--the change, the excitement, the sea-bathing, the gay life, were working wonders.
"She has created somewhat of a sensation here," said the latter, "and might be one of the belles, if she chose; but she doesn't choose.

Her coldness, her proud and petrified air, her strange and gloomy manner, throws a halo of mystery around her, that has fixed all eyes upon her, and set all tongues going.

We are quite unknown here, and I don't choose to enlighten any one.

I dare say, more than one little romance has been concocted, founded on poor Kate's settled gloom; but, beyond our names, they really know nothing.

Some of the young men look as if they would like to be a little more friendly, but she freezes them with one flash of her blue eyes." August came, burning and breezeless, and they were at Saratoga, drinking Congress water, and finding life much the same as at Newport.