I attended Blanche Montgomery through her slow convalescence, and had many opportunities for observing her and her mother closely.

The more intimately I knew them the higher did they rise in my estimation.

A purer, sweeter, truer-hearted girl than Blanche I had never seen.

There was an artlessness and innocence about her but rarely met with in young ladies of her age.

Especially was she free from that worldliness and levity which so often mars young maidenhood.