And he'll let you do everything for him--even write his letters--" "Oh, Sarah, Sarah, stop!" said Lady Mary, faintly.

"It--it isn't that." "Not that!" said Sarah, changing her tone.

She pounced on the admission like a cat on a mouse.

"Then why do you cry ?" Lady Mary looked up confused into the severely inquiring young face.
Sarah's apple-blossom beauty, as was to have been expected, had increased a thousand-fold since her school girl days.

She had grown tall to match the plumpness of her figure, which had not decreased.
Her magnificent hair showed its copper redness in every variety of curl and twist upon her white forehead, and against her whiter throat.
She was no longer dressed in blue cotton.