She also became Mr.Wayland's companion on his botanizing expeditions, and her steps among the rocks of the foothills and on the slopes of the mountains grew surer, lighter, and more unwearied.

Color stole into her face, and a soft fire into her dark eyes when animated.

Mrs.Wayland looked on with increasing delight, and thought, "She is growing very beautiful.

I wonder if she knows it ?" Indeed she knew it well.

What young girl does not?
But Madge had a motive for knowledge of which Mrs.Wayland did not dream.