All her dear former treasures adorned the walls, and she ran from one to another rejoicing over them.

There was even a further surprise.

Years ago an artist cousin had sketched her portrait in pastel crayons upon the color-wash of the wall.

It had been done as a mere artistic freak, but like many such spontaneous drawings it had been an admirable likeness and a very pretty picture.

It bore her name, "Ingred," in flourishy letters underneath.