What had changed her thus?
Before it was possible to inquire or to think, she had broken away from the kind arms that were round her, and was kneeling with her face hidden in the pillows that lay over the head of the couch.
"I must quiet her directly.

I ought to make her feel that this is wrong," said Mrs.Blyth to herself; looking startled and grieved as she withdrew her hand wet with tears, after trying vainly to raise the girl's face from the pillows.

"She has been thinking too much lately--too much about that drawing; too much, I am afraid, about Zack." Just at that moment Mr.Blyth opened the door.

Feeling the slight shock, as he let it bang to after entering, Madonna instantly started up and ran to the fireplace.

Valentine did not notice her when he came in.
He bustled about the neighborhood of the Dying Gladiator, talking incessantly, arranging his port-crayons by the drawing-boards, and trimming the lamps that lit the model.