” She paused for a moment. Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head. I'll do anything in reason for you, old top; but no pig in a poke. I guess they were bad all the time. The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. Come and help me pack. They both listened intently.