She had a composite nose, and one of the sweetest mouths that ever smiled upon enraptured mankind.

Nature had given her just a little more chin than a Greek sculptor would have allowed her; but, by way of make-weight, the same careless Nature had bestowed upon her a throat which Phidias himself might have sought in vain to improve upon.
And Nature had planted this young lady's head upon her shoulders with a grace so rare that it must needs be a happy accident in the workmanship of that immortal artist.

Indeed it seemed as if Charlotte Halliday owed her charms to a series of happy accidents.

The black eyebrows which made her face so piquant might have been destruction to another woman.
The round column-like throat needed a fine frank face to surmount it, and the fine frank face was rendered gracious and womanly by the wealth of waving dark hair which framed it.

The girl was one of those bright happy creatures whom men worship and women love, and whom envy can scarcely dislike.