And, besides, as you love to
hunt and fish, we have one of the finest streams of trout, and some of
the most excellent game in the woods."
"Is that all?"
"Why, isn't that enough? You must be rather hard to please this
morning."
"Think so?"
"Yes, but I have not told you the crowning attraction."
"What is it?"
"Oh, one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw! We call her the lily of
the valley."
"Describe her."
"I can't. It would be like attempting to paint a sun beam or doing what
no painter has ever done, sketch a rainbow."
"You are very poetical this morning, but I want you to do as our
President sometimes tells us, proceed from the abstract to the
concrete."
"Well, let me begin: she has the most beautiful little feet. I never see
her stepping along without thinking of Cinderella and the glass slipper.
As to eyes, they are either dark brown or black, I don't know which; but
I do know they are beautiful; and her hair, well, she generally wears
that plain in deference to the wishes of her Quaker friends, but
sometimes in the most beautiful ripples of golden brown I ever saw."
"That will do, now tell me who she is? You spoke of her Quaker friends.
Is she not their daughter?"
"No, there seems to be some mystery about her history.
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