She was almost disconcerted that the trials of the winter had wrought no greater ravages; but after all, a smile was not absent from her lips.

Not abolitionist here in the mirror, but a beautiful young woman.

Certainly, whichever or whoever she was, she made a picture fit wholly to fill the eyes of the master of Tallwoods when he came to tell her the coach was ready for the journey to St.Genevieve.

But he made no comment, not daring.
"See," she said, almost gaily, "I can put on both my gloves." She held out to him her hands.
"They are very small," he replied studiously.

He was calm now.
She saw he had himself well in hand.