My sister Ida, when about fourteen (1853), became a pupil at the junior school in the Ladies' College, 48 Bedford Square. She soon made friends--nice young girls, who came to our house, and it was much the livelier. I used to hear much of them, and knew them well before I ever saw them--especially Leah Gibson, who lived in Tavistock Square, and was Ida's special friend; at last I was quite anxious to see this paragon. One morning, as I carried Ida's books on her way to school, she pointed out to me three girls of her own age, or less, who stood talking together at the gates of the Foundling Hospital. They were all three very pretty children--quite singularly so--and became great beauties; one golden-haired, one chestnut-brown, one blue-black. The black-haired one was the youngest and the tallest--a fine, straight, bony child of twelve, with a flat back and square shoulders; she was very well dressed, and had nice brown boots with brown elastic sides on arched and straight-heeled slender feet, and white stockings on her long legs--a fashion in hose that has long gone out. She also wore a thick plait of black hair all down her back--another departed mode, and one not to be regretted, I think; and she swung her books round her as she talked, with easy movements, like a strong boy. "That's Leah Gibson," says my sister; "the tall one, with the long black plait." Leah Gibson turned round and nodded to my sister and smiled--showing a delicate narrow face, a clear pale complexion, very beautiful white pearly teeth between very red lips, and an extraordinary pair of large black eyes--rather close together--the blackest I ever saw, but with an expression so quick and penetrating and keen, and yet so good and frank and friendly, that they positively sent a little warm thrill through me--though she was only twelve years old, and not a bit older than her age, and I a fast youth nearly twenty! And finding her very much to my taste, I said to my sister, just for fun, "Oh--_that's_ Leah Gibson, is it? then some day Leah Gibson shall be Mrs. Robert Maurice!" From which it may be inferred that I looked on Leah Gibson, at the first sight of her, as likely to become some day an extremely desirable person. She did. The Gibsons lived in a very good house in Tavistock Square. They seemed very well off. Mrs. Gibson had a nice carriage, which she kept entirely with her own money. Her father, who was dead, had been a wealthy solicitor. He had left a large family, and to each of them property worth £300 a year, and a very liberal allowance of good looks. Mr. Gibson was in business in the City. [Illustration: THREE LITTLE MAIDS FROM SCHOOL (1853)]