I can only say that it appeared to me unnecessarily short, exhibiting a pair of ankles--if I may be permitted to refer to such points--that, from an artistic point of view, called rather for concealment.

Her hat made me think of Mrs.Hemans; but why I cannot explain.

She wore side-spring boots--"prunella," I believe, used to be the trade name--mittens, and pince-nez.

She also carried an alpenstock (there is not a mountain within a hundred miles of Dresden) and a black bag strapped to her waist.
Her teeth stuck out like a rabbit's, and her figure was that of a bolster on stilts.
Harris rushed for his camera, and of course could not find it; he never can when he wants it.

Whenever we see Harris scuttling up and down like a lost dog, shouting, "Where's my camera?
What the dickens have I done with my camera?
Don't either of you remember where I put my camera ?"--then we know that for the first time that day he has come across something worth photographing.