"I'll tell my uncle; I'll tell Shirley!" cried Caroline, laughing gleefully. "Guess again, Robert; your blunders are charming."
"It is the parson--Hall."
"Indeed, no; he is mine, if you please."
"Yours! Ay, the whole generation of women in Briarfield seem to have made an idol of that priest. I wonder why; he is bald, sand-blind, gray-haired."
"Fanny will be here to fetch me before you have solved the riddle, if you don't make haste."

"I'll tell my uncle!" cried Caroline, laughing gleefully. "Guess again, Robert."
"It is the parson - Hall."
"Indeed, no; he is mine, if you please."
"Yours! Ay, all the women in Briarfield seem to idolise that priest. I wonder why; he is bald and grey-haired. 