"Is that all?"
"Why, isn't that enough? You must be rather hard to please this morning."
"Think so?"
"Yes, but I have not told you the crowning attraction."
"What is it?"
"Oh, one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw! We call her the lily of the valley."
"Describe her."
"I can't. It would be like attempting to paint a sun beam or doing what no painter has ever done, sketch a rainbow."
"You are very poetical this morning, but I want you to do as our President sometimes tells us, proceed from the abstract to the concrete."
"Well, let me begin: she has the most beautiful little feet. I never see her stepping along without thinking of Cinderella and the glass slipper. As to eyes, they are either dark brown or black, I don't know which; but I do know they are beautiful; and her hair, well, she generally wears that plain in deference to the wishes of her Quaker friends, but sometimes in the most beautiful ripples of golden brown I ever saw."