“Two—and very expressive they are; though, sworn, I could not tell their colour.”
“And hair?”
“In very great profusion; so much of it, and so very fine and shining, that it was the first thing about her person which I observed. But I have not the least notion of its colour.”
“Was it red?”
“No; nor yellow, nor golden, nor black, nor brown,—and yet a little of all blended together, I should say.”
“Ned, I’ll tell the Widow Updyke of thee, thou rogue!”
“Tell her, and welcome. She has asked me all these questions herself, this very morning.”
“Oh, she has, has she? Umph! Woman never changes her nature. You cannot say anything about the eyes, beyond the fact of their being very expressive?”
“And pleasing; more than that, even—engaging; winning, is a better term.”
“Ned, you dog, you have never told the widow one-half!”