The toilettes prepared to meet his admiring eyes were prodigious and pretty Barbara Hare was not the only young lady who had thereby to encounter the paternal storm.
Miss Carlyle was ready for church at the usual time, plainly, but well dressed.

As she and Archibald were leaving their house, they saw something looming up the street, flashing and gleaming in the sun.

A pink parasol came first, a pink bonnet and feather came behind it, a gray brocaded dress and white gloves.
"The vain little idiot!" ejaculated Miss Carlyle.

But Barbara smiled up the street toward them, unconscious of the apostrophe.
"Well done, Barbara!" was the salutation of Miss Carlyle.

"The justice might well call out--you are finer than a sunbeam!" "Not half so fine as many another in the church will be to-day," responded Barbara, as she lifted her shy blue eyes and blushing face to answer the greetings of Mr.Carlyle.