[He knows the feeling well. Like all the world's ahead of you, and nothing on God's green earth can bring you down.]

My Lucy? Why, there's nothing in the world like her. Her hair is as gold as wheat, skin as pale and soft as fresh cream. And her voice is pretty as a songbird.

But of course she's not just a beauty, she's virtuous, and kind. A gentle, unassuming soul, as ever there was one. She loves animals of all kinds, but especially birds. A little sparrow hopped right onto her hand, once, for a bit of crumbled biscuit.