What a queenly woman stood revealed to us, as we entered the little parlor! I would hardly have known her as the almost shrinking girl from whom we parted not many years before.

How wonderfully she had developed! Figure, face, air, manner, attitude--all showed the woman of heart, mind, and purpose.

Yet, nothing struck you as masculine; but rather as exquisitely feminine.

It took but one glance at her serene face, to solve the query as to whether there had been a free gift of heart as well as hand.

My eyes turned next to the pale, thin face of Mrs.Montgomery, who sat, or half reclined, in a large cushioned chair.
She was looking at her daughter.