"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."