Presenting Miss Euphemia Buchanan: " Euphemia was not a beauty. Her eyes admittedly were unusually fine, and of a rare deep blue lit by the sparkle of a resolute and somewhat mischievous disposition. But her hair, although silky and resilient, was of an unfortunate hue; trifle more gold and she would have numbered another asset, but the gold was too touched with titian, and in the sunlight her head glowed, as one matron had sniffed, "like a copper kettle!" She was, besides being much too tall, further cursed by high cheekbones, a firm chin, and a generous mouth that robbed her face of the soft and helpless look so much admired in young females. As though this were not bad enough, she had a disconcerting tendency to fix one with a level and interesting gaze, rather then employing the fluttering lashes and shy upward glances that were The Thing.