SAMANTHA ON CHILDREN'S RIGHTS
Jack has got a middlin' round face, with
eyes of dark blue. A sort of mornin' glory
blue, and at times they are big, that is
when he is wonderin' over sunthin', or has
found out sunthin'. And at times they will
be sort o' half shet up, like mornin' glories when the sun
is too hot. Then is the time when he has been wilted by
Hamen and his wife. The fresh, vigorous desire for
knowledge born in him, onbeknown to himself, jest as
the freshness of the mornin' glories wuz born in them,
withered and too hardly sot down on by the searchin'
rays of misapprehension, ridicule, etc., etc.
When he wuz a little bit of a fellow he would always shet his eyes when he wuz scolded, for half an hour at a time, and walk round with 'em shet. It seemed as if he wuz some disgusted with the world, and wanted to lose sight on't for a spell. Now he about half shets 'em when he is mortified.
His hair is curly at the ends, it is brown, some like the deep shinin' brown you have seen in trout brooks, and where the curls kinder crinkle up a streak of gold runs through 'em. His forward is broad and pretty middlin' white, and high enough, plenty high enough, and the hair hangs down in little short curls over it the most of the time.
