A long time ago 1 in a town with which I used to be familiarly acquainted there dwelt an elderly person of grim aspect known by the name and title of Doctor Grimshawe 2 whose household consisted of a remarkably pretty and vivacious boy and a perfect rosebud of a girl two or three years younger than he and an old maid-of-all-work of strangely mixed breed crusty in temper and wonderfully sluttish in attire