Just think of that, now!" "He must be far gone," said Miss Ferguson; "but then, you see, she is distractingly pretty.

She has just the most exquisitely pearly, pure, delicate, saint-like look, at times, that you ever saw; and then she knows exactly how she does look, and just how to use her looks; and John can't be blamed for believing in her.

I, who know all about her, am sometimes taken in by her." "Well," said Miss Grace, "Mrs.Lennox was at Newport last summer at the time that she was there, and she told me all about her.

I think her an artful, unscrupulous, unprincipled woman, and her being made mistress of this house just breaks up our pleasant sociable life here.
She has no literary tastes; she does not care for reading or study; she won't like our set here, and she will gradually drive them from the house.

She won't like me, and she will want to alienate John from me,--so there is just the situation." "You may read that letter," added Miss Grace, wiping her eyes, and tossing her brother's letter into Miss Letitia's lap.