u have to see her to know what she really looks like, for half
of it is the expression and the look in her eyes. Gray eyes, so clear
and true,--you know she couldn't say or do anything unkind or false to
save her life,--and a colour just like a wild rose, and a nose,--well,
it's just her own nose, tilted up a little, but perfectly delightful;
and when she smiles, you think she has the most beautiful mouth in the
world, though I don't suppose she really has. Here, this gives you a
little idea of her; just a very little, for it doesn't begin to think of
doing her justice."

The girls clustered eagerly to see the photograph, which was passed on
from hand to hand. It was a lovely face, indeed, at which they looked;
yet, as Gertrude said, the actual beauty was the least part of its
charm. Truth and kindness shone from it; not the lightest and most
foolish girl there but felt grave for a moment, meeting that steady look
of cheer and constancy.

"And yet she looks awfully jolly, too!" said one, breaking the silence,
and voicing the thought of all.

"My dear, she is more fun--"

"Than a goat?" asked a new voice; and Grace Wolfe slipped in quietly at
the window, and, nodding to the company, took her seat on the floor.

"I have heard all!" she said. "Go on, Snowy! I see now where you got
your virtues; this young woman has much to answer for."

Gertrude looked at her kindly, but said nothing; in a moment the story
went on.

"We walked over to the church--it is only a few steps--just as we were,
without any formal arrangement. Hilda held her mother's hand fast all
the time; they were both very quiet. The dear old black cook walked with
them, crying all the way. Hugh had Hilda's other hand. I--I can't tell
about this part."

Gertrude's voice faltered for a moment; then she went on more steadily.

"Colonel Ferrers was waiting at the church door, with his brother, Mr.
Raymond Ferrers. All the ushers were there, too, and we could see that
the church was full. And, oh! just a little way from the door was a band
of little girls, Hilda's sewing-class, and they all had baskets of
flowers, and scattered them in front of her as she walked. I forgot to
put that in where it belonged, but it was very pretty, and if you had
seen the way they looked at her!

"Well, then it all seemed to happen in a moment. Mr. Raymond Ferrers
took Mrs. Grahame up the aisle; and then the organ broke out with the
wedding march. I have heard my sister Be