Miss Harriet Fairford
Miss Fairford was not long out of the schoolroom,
and had all the natural shyness of her seventeen
years. She regarded Judith out of a pair of large
dove-like eyes with a great deal of awe, coloured a
little when directly addressed, and allowed her soft
mouth to tremble into a fugitive, appealing smile.
She had pretty brown curls, and a neat figure, but
to Judith, who was built on Juno-esque lines, she
could not seem other than short.