andering, apt to be downcast. Moody at times. Said to be passionate,
if irritated. Finished in high relief. Carries shoulders well back
and walks well, as if proud of her woman's life, with a slight rocking
movement, being one of the wide-flanged pattern, but seems restless,--a
hard girl to look after. Has a romance in her pocket, which she means
to read in school-time.--Charlotte Ann Wood. Fifteen. The poetess before
mentioned. Long, light ringlets, pallid complexion, blue eyes. Delicate
child, half unfolded. Gentle, but languid and despondent. Does not go
much with the other girls, but reads a good deal, especially poetry,
underscoring favorite passages. Writes a great many verses, very fast,
not very correctly; full of the usual human sentiments, expressed in
the accustomed phrases. Under-vitalized. Sensibilities not covered with
their normal integuments. A negative condition, often confounded with
genius, and sometimes running into it. Young people who fall out of line
through weakness of the active faculties are often confounded with those
who step out of it through strength of the intellectual ones.

The girls kept coming in, one after another, or in pairs or groups,
until the schoolroom was nearly full. Then there was a little pause, and
a light step was heard in the passage. The lady-teacher's eyes turned to
the door, and the master's followed them in the same direction.

A girl of about seventeen entered. She was tall and slender, but
rounded, with a peculiar undulation of movement, such as one sometimes
sees in perfectly untutored country-girls, whom Nature, the queen of
graces, has taken in hand, but more commonly in connection with the
very highest breeding of the most thoroughly trained society. She was
a splendid scowling beauty, black-browed, with a flash of white teeth
which was always like a surprise when her lips parted. She wore a
checkered dress, of a curious pattern, and a camel's-hair scarf twisted
a little fantastically about her. She went to her seat, which she had
moved a short distance apart from the rest, and, sitting down, began
playing listlessly with her gold chain, as was a common habit with her,
coiling it and uncoiling it about her slender wrist, and braiding it
in with her long, delicate fingers. Presently she looked up. Black,
piercing eyes, not large,--a low forehead, as low as that of Clytie in
the Townley bust,--black hair, twisted in heavy braids,--a face that one
could not help lo