He must have been about sixteen.
He was a slender lad, having almost sandy hair, like his English grandfather.

He wore a white ruffled shirt with a broad collar, and cuffs turning back over his black jacket, and his trousers fitted his slight legs closely.

The wind whipped his soft black tie a little and ruffled the light hair where it was longest and wavy above his forehead.

Such a perfect picture of innocence you never saw.

There was one part of him that couldn't be described any better than the way Mr.Rienzi told about his brother in his "Address to the Romans," in McGuffey's Sixth.