From her sunny face to the dainty little shoe which peeped from under the trim black skirt, she was an eminently pleasant object to look upon.

So thought the passers-by as they glanced up at the great bow window, and so, too, thought a young gentleman who had driven up to the hotel door, and who now bounded up the steps and into the room.

He was enveloped in a long shaggy ulster, which stretched down to his ankles, and he wore a velvet cap trimmed with silver stuck carelessly on the back of his powerful yellow curled head.
"Here is the boy!" cried his mother gaily.
"How are you, mam dear ?" he cried, stooping over her to kiss her.
"How are you, dad?
Good morning, Cousin Kate.

You must come down and wish us luck.

What a blessing that it is pretty warm.