The servant who came in after Norah was a young woman whose godfathers and godmothers (stupid people) had christened Rosetta, as if she had been a Duchess. As of course I wasn’t going to have any of my menials answering to a stuck-up name like that, I gave her to understand that I should allow no such things in _my_ house, indeed, but would take the liberty of altering pretty Rosetta into plain Susan. She was a nice, clean-looking girl, and was--what, I dare say, some persons would call--pretty, for her features were very regular; still it was not my style of beauty. And though her complexion certainly was clear and rosy, still there was too healthy and countrified a look about it to please me; for to be perfectly beautiful, it wanted the interesting air that indisposition always gives the face; for it is universally allowed by all well-bred people that a woman never looks so well as when she appears to be suffering from bad health. She had a pair of very fine blue eyes of her own; but I must confess I never was partial to eyes of that colour, for they always seem to me to want the expression of hazel ones. (Dear Edward says mine are hazel.) To do the girl justice, her mouth was the best feature she had in her face, and yet there was something about it--I can’t exactly tell what--that wasn’t altogether to my liking. Her figure, too, certainly did look very good for a person in _her_ station of life; but all my fair readers must be as well aware as I am that things have lately come to _such_ a pretty pass, and an excellent _tournure_ can be had for _so_ little money, that even one’s maid-servants can walk into any corset-makers and buy a figure, fit for a lady of the highest respectability, for a mere trifle; and such being the case, of course there is so much imposition about a female’s appearance now-a-days, that really it is impossible to tell what is natural and what is not. When the conceited bit of goods came after the situation, she looked _so_ clean, tidy, and respectable, and had on _such_ a nice plain cotton gown, of only one colour--being a nice white spot on a dark green ground,--and _such_ a good, strong, serviceable half-a-crown Dunstable straw bonnet, trimmed very plainly; and _such_ a nice clean quilled net-cap under it; and _such_ a tidy plain white muslin collar over one of the quietest black-and-white plaid shawls I think I ever saw in all my life, that I felt quite charmed at seeing her dressed _so_ thoroughly like what a respectable servant ought to be; and I’m sure I was never so surprised, in all my born days, as when her late mistress (who gave her an excellent character) told me the reason why they parted with Susan was, that she was inclined to be dressy; so that, after what I had seen of the poor girl, I said to myself--Dressy, indeed!--well, if they call her dressy, I should just like to know what dressy is! and engaged her, accordingly.