Jael's hair was reddish, and her full eyes were gray; she was freckled a little under the eyes, but the rest of her cheek full of rich pure color, healthy, but not the least coarse: and her neck an alabaster column.

Hers was a meek, monotonous countenance; but with a certain look of concentration.
Altogether, a humble beauty of the old rural type; healthy, cleanly, simple, candid, yet demure.
Henry came in, and the young lady received him with a manner very different from that she had worn down at the works.

She was polite, but rather stiff and dignified.
He sat down at her request, and, wondering at himself, entered on the office of preceptor.

He took up the carving-tools, and explained the use of several; then offered, by way of illustration, to work on something.
"That will be the best way, much," said Grace quietly, but her eye sparkled.
"I dare say there's some lumber to be found in a great house like this ?" "Lumber?
why, there's a large garret devoted to it.

Jael, please take him to the lumber-room." Jael fixed her needle in her work, and laid it down gently on a table near her, then rose and led the way to the lumber-room.
In that invaluable repository Henry soon found two old knobs lying on the ground (a four-poster had been wrecked hard by) and a piece of deal plank jutting out of a mass of things.