For a moment he stood motionless and silent. She had dressed
herself wonderfully in a long, graceful robe of white broadcloth, rich
and soft and shining as the white satin which lay in folds about the
bosom and sleeves and encircled her waist in a broad belt. Her hair,
freed of puffs and braids, showed all its beauty in glossy smoothness
and light coils, and in its meshes was one large red rose, the fellow of
which was partly hidden among the laces at her bosom. Half-asleep she
went to meet him, and his first feeling was a kind of awe at the sight
of her. He had not dreamed she was so beautiful. Without a word he took
her hands and hiding his emotion in some commonplace remark, drew her to
his side.
"You are lovelier than on your bridal morning, most sweet Jane," he
whispered. "What have you been doing to yourself?"
"Well, John," she laughed, "Mrs. Tracy sent me word she was going to
call between four and five to give me a few points about the girls'
sewing-class, and I thought I would at the same time give her a few
points about dressing herself.
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