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was tall (considerably above the average height), 

 slender, straight as an arrow, graceful in repose 

 and in motion. She carried herself like a queen, 

 with a proud kind of shyness that became her well. 

 Her head was small and well set on a slender neck, 

 her hair dark, luxurious, wavy, and growing 

 low over a broad forehead, her eyes soft brown, 

 shaded by heavy brows and lashes. She had a 

 Grecian nose, and her mouth was a shade too 

 wide, but it was guarded by singularly perfect 

 and sensitive lips. Her chin was pronounced 

 enough to give the impression of firmness ; in- 

 deed, save for the soft eyes and sensitive mouth, 

 firmness predominated. She was not a great 

 talker, yet every one loved to listen to her. 

 She laughed with her eyes and lips, but rarely 

 with her voice. She enjoyed intensely, and 

 could, therefore, suffer intensely. She was a 

 dear girl in every way. 



All was now ready for the debut of Jack's 

 paragon. Jack had driven to the station to 

 fetch him, and presently the sound of wheels on 

 the gravel drive announced the arrival of the 

 last guest. I went into the hall to meet the 

 men. 



" Daddy, I want you to know my chum, Jim 

 Jarvis, the finest all-round son of old Eli. 

 Jarvis, this is my daddy, the finest father that 

 ever had son ! " 



" I'm right glad to meet you, Mr. Jarvis ; your 

 renown has preceded you." 



