That I to-morrow may him ken
From among all other men.'"
"And then did you see him?"
"No, not yet. After I had said the charm I lay down and folded my hands like St. Agnes, and sure enough as soon as I fell asleep a young man appeared before me. There he stood, as large as life and as clear as day."
"Yes," said Romney, eagerly; "and what like was he?"
"Why, there's the queer thing," answered Peggy, "his mouth and his curls and his odd-shaped nose were the image of thine."
"What is wrong with my nose? I have always thought well of it—"
"Oh, 'tis a proper nose enough. No doubt an excellent and serviceable nose for all practical purposes; but for pure beauty it might be better without the little hump in the middle of the bridge, and with the nostrils set closer—but no matter! such as it is, the vision bore it too, and the eyes were like also and the brows. There was the whole face and figure, so like that any seeing them would have cried out, ''Tis Master Huntoon to the life.'"
"Peggy!"
"But—"