It had been finished with the utmost care and completeness which she could bestow upon it; had been put into a very pretty frame which she had paid for out of her own little savings of pocket-money; and was now hidden under Mrs.Blyth's coverlet, to be drawn forth as a grand surprise for Zack, and for Valentine too, on that very evening.
After looking once or twice backwards and forwards between the copyist and the copy, her pale kind face beaming with the quiet merriment that overspread it, Mrs.Blyth laid down the drawing, and began talking with her fingers to Madonna.
"So you will not even let me tell Valentine who this is a present for ?" were the first words which she signed.
The girl was sitting with her back half turned on the drawing; glancing at it quickly from time to time with a strange shyness and indecision, as if the work of her own hands had undergone some transformation which made her doubt whether she was any longer privileged to look at it.
She shook her head in reply to the question just put to her, then moved round suddenly on her chair; her fingers playing nervously with the fringes of the coverlet at her side.
"We all like Zack," proceeded Mrs.Blyth, enjoying the amusement which her womanly instincts extracted from Madonna's confusion; "but you must like him very much, love, to take more pains with this particular drawing than with any drawing you ever did before." This time Madonna neither looked up nor moved an inch in her chair, her fingers working more and more nervously amid the fringe; her treacherous cheeks, neck, and bosom answered for her.
Mrs.Blyth touched her shoulder gaily, and, after placing the drawing again under the coverlet, made her look up, while signing these words; "I shall give the drawing to Zack very soon after he comes in.

It is sure to make him happy for the rest of the evening, and fonder of you than ever." Madonna's eyes followed Mrs.Blyth's fingers eagerly to the last letter they formed; then rose softly to her face with the same wistful questioning look which they had assumed before Valentine, years and years ago, when he first interfered to protect her in the traveling circus.

There was such an irresistible tenderness in the faint smile that wavered about her lips; such a sadness of innocent beauty in her face, now growing a shade paler than it was wont to be, that Mrs.
Blyth's expression became serious the instant their eyes met.

She drew the girl forward and kissed her.

The kiss was returned many times, with a passionate warmth and eagerness remarkably at variance with the usual gentleness of all Madonna's actions.