The Colonel's hand strayed upward to Virginia's head.
“You are not like her, honey,” he said: “You may see for yourself. You are more like your Aunt Bess, who lived in Baltimore, and she—”
“I know,” said Virginia, “she was the image of the beauty, Dorothy Manners, who married my great-grandfather.”
“Yes, Jinny,” replied the Colonel, smiling. “That is so. You are somewhat like your great-grandmother.”
“Somewhat!” cried Virginia, putting her hand over his mouth, “I like that. You and Captain Lige are always afraid of turning my head. I need not be a beauty to resemble her. I know that I am like her. When you took me on to Calvert House to see Uncle Daniel that time, I remember the picture by, by—”
“Sir Joshua Reynolds.”
“Yes, Sir Joshua.”
“You were only eleven,” says the Colonel.
“She is not a difficult person to remember.”
“No,” said Mr. Carvel, laughing, “especially if you have lived with her.”