Thus far in life she had not encountered circumstances of a nature calculated to develop what was in her.

The time for that, however, was approaching.

Miriam, her sister, was a quiet, gentle, retiring, almost timid girl.

She went into company with reluctance, and then always shrunk as far from observation as it was possible to get; but, like most quiet, retiring persons, there were deep places in her mind and heart.

She thought and felt more than was supposed.