Its title was "Matthew Arnold--How to Know Him." She was getting up in Matthew Arnold for a paper.

Winona at twenty was old before she should have been.

She was small and dark, with a thin nose and pinched features.

Her dark hair, wound close to her small head, was pretty enough, and her dark eyes were good, but she seemed to carry almost the years of her mother.
She was an earnest girl, severe in thought, concerned about her culture, seeking to subdue a nature which she profoundly distrusted to an ideal she would have described as one of elegance and refinement.

The dress she wore was one of her best--for an exemplary young man would call that evening, bringing his choice silver flute upon which he would play justly if not brilliantly to Winona's piano accompaniment--but it was dull of tint, one of her mother's plain, not fancy, creations.