“Well, I'll meet her, and carry the carpet-bag, with the greatest pleasure!” said Walter.
“But you won't know her.”
“Describe her, and I shall. Not very tall, I suppose?”
“Not very—rather short.”
“Pretty figure?”
“I think so.”
“Blooming complexion?”
“Odd you should guess that. Well, she has a pink complexion.”
“That's why you call her Rose. What sort of eyes?—black, blue, grey, or nondescript?”
“I never heard of nondescript eyes. Rose's are light blue. But how stupid I am! Here's her photograph. Very like her it is.”