She picked up the shining, silver backed brush and stared at the monogram, R.F.L, entwined on it.
"My soul!" she exclaimed.

"WAS HE SO SURE AS THAT?
Was there ever any other man like him ?" She dropped the brush and with tired hands pushed back the heavy braids.
Then she arose and going to the chest of drawers began lifting lids to find a night robe.

As she searched the boxes she found every dainty, pretty undergarment a girl ever used and at last the robes.

She shook out a long white one, slipped into it, and walked to the bed.

That stood as he had arranged it, white, clean, and dainty.
"Everything for me!" she said softly.