“Oh! trust me for that; (replied I). Come I will begin with the eldest—with Matilda. Shall I, William?” (I looked as cunning as I could when I said it, in order to shame him). “They are so much alike (said he) that I should suppose the faults of one, would be the faults of both.” “Well, then, in the first place; they are both so horribly tall!” “They are _taller_ than you are indeed.” (said he with a saucy smile.) “Nay, (said I), I know nothing of that.” “Well, but (he continued) tho’ they may be above the common size, their figures are perfectly elegant; and as to their faces, their Eyes are beautifull.” “I never can think such tremendous, knock-me-down figures in the least degree elegant, and as for their eyes, they are so tall that I never could strain my neck enough to look at them.” “Nay, (replied he) I know not whether you may not be in the right in not attempting it, for perhaps they might dazzle you with their Lustre.” “Oh! Certainly. (said I, with the greatest complacency, for I assure you my dearest Charlotte I was not in the least offended tho’ by what followed, one would suppose that William was conscious of having given me just cause to be so, for coming up to me and taking my hand, he said) “You must not look so grave Susan; you will make me fear I have offended you!” “Offended me! Dear Brother, how came such a thought in your head! (returned I) No really! I assure you that I am not in the least surprised at your being so warm an advocate for the Beauty of these girls.”— “Well, but (interrupted William) remember that we have not yet concluded our dispute concerning them. What fault do you find with their complexion?” “They are so horridly pale.” “They have always a little colour, and after any exercise it is considerably heightened.” “Yes, but if there should ever happen to be any rain in this part of the world, they will never be able raise more than their common stock—except indeed they amuse themselves with running up and Down these horrid old galleries and Antichambers.” “Well, (replied my Brother in a tone of vexation, and glancing an impertinent look at me) if they _have_ but little colour, at least, it is all their own.”