Then at the sight of Gabriella she had surrendered completely.

The girl was fine all through, this she could see as soon as she looked at her.

She liked her noble though not beautiful face, with the broad clear forehead from which the soft dark hair was brushed back so simply, and, most of all, she liked the charm and sympathy in her voice.

George had chosen well, and if she could trust his choice, why could she not trust him to be true to it?
"I wonder if you would like to put on your hat and come with me ?" she asked, obeying an impulse.

"I'm going to drive up to Patty's with some curtains for her bedroom." "Oh, I'd love to," replied Gabriella with eagerness, for she hated inaction, and it was impossible to spend a whole afternoon merely thinking about one's happiness.