When it was half finished, she tried it on before the mirror, and smiled to see how becoming was the effect.

She queried whether Gerald would like one or two of Madame Guirlande's pale amber-colored artificial nasturtiums in her hair.

She placed them coquettishly by the side of her head for a moment, and laid them down, saying to herself: "No; too much dress for the morning.

He will like better the plain braids of my hair with the curls falling over them." As she sat, hour after hour, embroidering the dress which was expected to produce such a sensation, Tulee's heart was gladdened by hearing her sing almost continually.

"Bless her dear heart!" exclaimed she; "that sounds like the old times." But when a fortnight passed without an answer to her letter, the showers of melody subsided.