"My sister Kate," said Mr. Wilmot, "is at present at school in New Haven."

"And is she still as beautiful as you used to try to make us think she
was?" asked Mr. Miller.

"I will show you her likeness," returned Wilmot, "and you can judge for
yourself."

So saying, he drew from his pocket a richly cased daguerreotype, and
handed it to Mr. Miller. It was a face of uncommon beauty which met Mr.
Miller’s eye, and he gazed enraptured on the surpassing loveliness of the
picture. At last he passed it to Fanny, who was eagerly waiting for it,
and then turning to Wilmot, he said, "Yes, Richard, she has the handsomest
face I ever saw."

"And the handsomest face I ever saw with one exception," said Mr. Wilmot,
glancing admiringly toward Julia. Mr. Miller followed the direction of his
eyes and as he saw the brilliant beauty of Julia, he sighed for fear his
young friend might or had already become entangled in her dark meshes.

Just then Fanny exclaimed, "Oh, how handsome; look mother—Julia, isn’t she
perfectly beautiful!" And then she added, "But, Mr. Wilmot, is she as good
as she is beautiful?"

"How absurd," said Julia hastily; "just as though one cannot be handsome
and good too."

"I didn’t say they couldn’t, sister," said Fanny; "but I thought—yes, I’m
sure she looks a little selfish!"