Elise declares it suits me admirably, and she's very hard to please, you know.
It's white, trimmed with tiny roses." "A perfect dream, I expect," remarked the blind man, smiling.

"I wish I could see you in it, dear.

I often wonder what you are like, now that you've grown to be a woman." "I'm like what I always have been, dad, I suppose," she laughed.
"Yes, yes," he sighed, in pretence of being troubled.

"Wilful as always.
And--and," he faltered a moment later, "I often hear your dear dead mother's voice in yours." Then he was silent, and by the deep lines in his brow she knew that he was thinking.
Outside, in the high elms beyond the level, well-kept lawn, with its grey old sundial, the homecoming rooks were cawing prior to settling down for the night.

No other sound broke the stillness of that quiet sunset hour save the solemn ticking of the long, old-fashioned clock at the farther end of the big, book-lined room, with its wide fireplace, great overmantel of carved stone with emblazoned arms, and its three long windows of old stained glass which gave it a somewhat ecclesiastical aspect.
"Tell me, child," repeated Sir Henry at length, "what was it that upset you just now ?" "Nothing, dad--unless--well, perhaps it's the heat.