into your heart, and kinder agitated you, and
made your breath come and go, and your pulse flutter. I never felt
nothin' like 'em. When lit up, they sparkled like lamp reflectors; and
at other tunes, they was as soft, and mild, and clear as dew-drops that
hang on the bushes at sun-rise. When she loved, she loved; and when she
hated, she hated about the wickedest you ever see. Her lips were like
heart cherries of the carnation kind; so plump, and fall, and hard, you
felt as if you could fall to and eat 'em right up. Her voice was like a
grand piany, all sorts o' power in it; canary-birds' notes at one eend,
and thunder at t'other, accordin' to the humour she was in, for she
was a'most a grand bit of stuff was Happy, she'd put an edge on a knife
a'most. She was a rael steel. Her figur' was as light as a fairy's, and
her waist was so taper and tiny, it seemed jist made for puttin' an
arm round in walkin'. She was as ac_tive_ and springy on her feet as a
catamount, and near about as touch me-not a sort of customer too.
She actilly did seem as if she was made out of steel springs and
chicken-hawk. If old Cran, was to slip off the handle, I think I should
make up to her, for she is 'a salt,' that's a fact, a most a heavenly
splice.

"Well, the Honourable Cranbery Lot put in for her, won her, and married
her. A good speculation it turned out too, for he got the matter of one
hundred thousand of dollars by her, if he got a cent. As soon as they
were fairly welded, off they sot to take the tour of Europe, and they
larfed and cried, and kissed and quarrelled, and fit and made up all
over the Continent, for her temper was as onsartain as the climate
here--rain one minit and sun the next; but more rain nor sun.

"He was a fool, was Cranbery. He didn't know how to manage her. His
bridle hand warn't good, I tell you. A spry, mettlesome hoss, and a dull
critter with no action, don't mate well in harness, that's a fact.

"After goin' every where, and every where else amost, where should they
get to but the Alps. One arternoon, a sincerely cold one it was too, and
the weather, violent slippy, dark overtook them before they reached the
top of one of the highest and steepest of them mountains, and they had
to spend the night at a poor squatter's shanty.

"Well, next mornin', jist at day-break, and sun-rise on them everlastin'
hills is tall sun-rise, and no mistake, p'rhaps nothin was ever seen so
fine except the first one, since creati