There were no flowers swinging from the latch as she half expected.

Her bare feet touched something on the door-step; she stooped, and there was a great package.
Charlotte took it up, and went noiselessly back to her room with it.
She lighted a candle, and unfastened the paper wrappings.

She gave a little cry.

There were yards of beautiful silk shimmering with lilac and silver and rose-color, and there was also a fine lace mantle.
Charlotte looked at them; she was quite pale and trembling.

She folded the silk and lace again carefully, and put them in a chest out of sight.