seldom
complains
and always
speaks
hopefully
of “being
better
soon”. Amy
is with
truth
considered
“the
flower of
the
family”,
for at
sixteen
she has
the air
and
bearing of
a
full-grown
woman, not
beautiful,
but
possessed
of that
indescribable
charm
called
grace. One
saw it in
the lines
of her
figure,
the make
and motion
of her
hands, the
flow of
her dress,
the droop
of her
hair,
unconscious
yet
harmonious,
and as
attractive
