To the child's beauty-loving eyes it seemed the loveliest thing she had ever seen.
She stood with her hands clasped behind her as her gaze wandered from its pedals to the graceful curves of its tall frame.

It shone like burnished gold in the soft firelight.
"Oh, gran'fathah!" she asked at last in a low, reverent tone, "where did you get it?
Did an angel leave it heah fo' you ?" He did not answer for a moment.

Then he said, huskily, as he looked up at a portrait over the mantel, "Yes, my darling, an angel did leave it here.

She always was one.

Come here to grandpa." He took her on his knee, and pointed up to the portrait.