And with this face she looked in upon Gwen.
And Gwen, who had been waiting for her, forgot all her nervous fear, and with hands outstretched, cried out in welcome: "Oh, I'm so glad! You've seen it and I know you love it! My canyon, you know!" she went on, answering Lady Charlotte's mystified look.
"Yes, dear child," said Lady Charlotte, bending over the pale face with its halo of golden hair, "I love it." But she could get no further, for her eyes were full of tears.

Gwen gazed up into the beautiful face, wondering at her silence, and then said gently: "Tell me how it looks to-day! The Pilot always shows it to me.

Do you know," she added, thoughtfully, "The Pilot looks like it himself.

He makes me think of it, and--and--" she went on shyly, "you do, too." By this time Lady Charlotte was kneeling by the couch, smoothing the beautiful hair and gently touching the face so pale and lined with pain.
"That is a great honor, truly," she said brightly through her tears--"to be like your canyon and like your Pilot, too." Gwen nodded, but she was not to be denied.
"Tell me how it looks to-day," she said.

"I want to see it.