towards the stranger, and giving her head a shake, down let tumble
such a flood of shining waving heavy glossy jetty hair, as would
have done Mr. Rowland's heart good to see. It tumbled down Miss
Morgiana's back, and it tumbled over her shoulders, it tumbled over
the chair on which she sat, and from the midst of it her jolly
bright-eyed rosy face beamed out with a triumphant smile, which
said, "A'n't I now the most angelic being you ever saw?"

"By Heaven! it's the most beautiful thing I ever saw!" cried Mr.
Walker, with undisguised admiration.

"ISN'T it?" said Mrs. Crump, who made her daughter's triumph her
own. "Heigho! when I acted at 'The Wells' in 1820, before that dear
girl was born, _I_ had such a head of hair as that, to a shade, sir,
to a shade. They called me Ravenswing on account of it. I lost my
head of hair when that dear child was born, and I often say to her,
'Morgiana, you came into the world to rob your mother of her 'air.'
Were you ever at 'The Wells,' sir, in 1820? Perhaps you recollect
Miss Delancy? I am that Miss Delancy. Perhaps you recollect,--

"'Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink,
By the light of the star,
On the blue river's brink,
I heard a guitar.

"'I heard a guitar,
On the blue waters clear,
And knew by its mu-u-sic,
That Selim was near!'