You are handsome,
and he is ugly -"
"No, not ugly, Hetty," interrupted Judith. "Only plain. But his
honest face has a look in it that is far better than beauty. In
my eyes, Deerslayer is handsomer than Hurry Harry."
"Judith Hutter! you frighten me. Hurry is the handsomest mortal
in the world - even handsomer than you are yourself; because a
man's good looks, you know, are always better than a woman's good
looks."
This little innocent touch of natural taste did not please the
elder sister at the moment, and she did not scruple to betray it.
"Hetty, you now speak foolishly, and had better say no more on
this subject," she answered. "Hurry is not the handsomest mortal
in the world, by many; and there are officers in the garrisons - "
Judith stammered at the words - "there are officers in the garrisons,
near us, far comelier than he. But why do you think me the equal
of Deerslayer - speak of that, for I do not like to hear you show
so much admiration of a man like Hurry Harry, who has neither
feelings, manners, nor conscience. You are too good for him, and
he ought to be told it, at once."
"I! Judith, how you forget! Why I am not beautiful, and am
feeble-minded.
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