It comes rather sudden,--and then you haven't seen her.

Look, here is her photograph!" said John, producing one from the most orthodox innermost region, directly over his heart.

"Look there! isn't it beautiful ?" "It _is_ a very sweet face," said Grace, exerting herself to be sympathetic, and thankful that she could say that much truthfully.
[Illustration: "It _is_ a very sweet face."] "I can't imagine," said John, "what ever made her like me.

You know she has refused half the fellows in the country.

I hadn't the remotest idea that she would have any thing to say to me; but you see there's no accounting for tastes;" and John plumed himself, as young gentlemen do who have carried off prizes.
"You see," he added, "it's odd, but she took a fancy to me the first time she saw me.