She was touched by the figure, the shabby black frock, the white tired face.

She had been honestly disappointed in her niece, disappointed in her plainness, in her apparent want of heart, in her silence and moroseness.

Mathew had told her of the girl's outburst to him against her father, and this had seemed to her shocking upon the very day after that father's death.

Now when she saw the photograph clenched in Maggie's hand tears came into her eyes.

She said, "Maggie! dear Maggie!" and woke her.