Lucy had reached the interesting age of sixteen. She was plain,
decidedly, but sweet-tempered in the extreme. Her mouth was good, and
her eyes were good, and her colour was good, but her nose was a snub,--
an undeniable and incurable snub. Her mother had tried to amend it from
the earliest hours of Lucy's existence by pulling the point gently
downwards and pinching up the bridge,--or, rather, the hollow where the
bridge ought to have been,--but all in vain; the infant turned up its
eyes when the operation was going on, and still turned up its nose when
it was over. Yes, although there were many of the elements of beauty
about Lucy, she was plain--but sweet; always bear that in mind. She was
funny too. Not that she made fun of her own free will; but she
appreciated fun in others so intensely that she looked funny herself;
and she giggled. This was her only fault, she giggled. When the spirit
of fun was roused, nothing could stop her. But don't suppose that she
was always giggling; by no means. She was always good and amiable,
often grave, and sometimes deeply serious.
Matilda, commonly called Tilly, was a meek, delicate, pretty little girl
of eight years old. She was charmingly innocent and ignorant. In the
last respect she resembled her mother, who was the only other stupid
member of Mr Sudberry's family. Being deeply impressed with the fact
of her ignorance and stupidity, Mrs Sudberry went on the tack of boldly
admitting the same, and holding, or affecting to hold, ability and
general acquirements in contempt.
Mrs Brown was a female dragon, nurse to Master Jacky and Miss Tilly;
she tormented the former, whom she disliked, and spoiled the latter,
whom she loved.
Hobbs was the man-servant of the family. He was characterised chiefly
by a tendency to drop his h's in conversation, out of words to which
they naturally belonged, and to pick them up and insert them in the most
contradictory manner, in words with which they had no connection
whatever. He was also marked by the strong regard and esteem which he
had for his master and family; the stronger regard and esteem which he
had for himself; and the easy, good-humoured way in which he regarded
the remainder of the world at large as an inferior order of beings.
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