The nobly-formed and beautiful face was slightly flushed, and around the month was an expression of courageous energy.

As old Trude entered, the young girl raised her eyes from the rose-bud which she was just finishing, and looked at her.

What beautiful black eyes they were as they sparkled underneath the delicately-arched, black eyebrows! "Now, old one," said she, kindly, "what do you wish?
Did you forget that I wanted to work undisturbed to-day ?" "Didn't forget it, my Fraulein, but--" "But you have forgotten that up here, in my attic-room, I am not your Fraulein, but your Marie, whom you have taken care of and watched over when a child, and whose best and truest friend you have been.

Come, give me your hand, and tell me what you have to say." Old Trude shuffled hurriedly along in her leather slippers.

Her old, homely face looked almost attractive, with its expression of glowing tenderness, as she regarded the beautiful, smiling face before her, and laid her hard brown hand in the little white one extended to her.
"Marie," she said, softly and anxiously, "you must go down at once to your mother and father.