I am making her see it.

I can make up to her for everything.
Everything is as it should be." She stood gazing at Rose for a long moment before she spoke.

"Well," said she, "you look like a whole jewelry shop.

I don't see, for my part, how your aunt came to have so many--why she wanted them." "Maybe they were given to her," said Rose.

A tender thought of the dead woman who had gone from the house of her fathers, and left her jewels behind, softened her face.