O, how beautiful Theresa is in it.

O--! Isn't that splen--did ?" A very prolonged, though low, breath of admiring wonder testified to the impressive power, upon the children at least, of Theresa's new habiliments.

The purple brocade was upon her; its full draperies swept the ground in gorgeous colouring; a necklace of cameos was bound with great effect upon her hair; and on the arms, which were half bare, Mrs.
Sandford was clasping gold and glittering jewels.

Theresa threw herself slightly back in her prescribed attitude, laid her arms lightly across each other, and turned her head with a very saucy air towards the companion figure, supposed to be Bassanio.

All the others laughed and clapped her.
"Not that, Theresa, not that; you have got the wrong picture.