He broke into a happy laugh, and rubbed his hands together, and cried out: "That's it! You've found it.

I knew you would.

It's her picture." I went to the little black-walnut bracket on the farther wall, and did find there what I had not yet noticed--a daguerreotype-case.

It contained the sweetest girlish face, and the most beautiful, as it seemed to me, that I had ever seen.

The man drank the admiration from my face, and was fully satisfied.
"Nineteen her last birthday," he said, as he put the picture back; "and that was the day we were married.