From the moment of her birth when, in the words of her negro "mammy" she had looked "as peart as life," she had begun her battle against the enveloping twin powers of decay and inertia.

To the intense secret mortification of her mother, who had prayed for a second waxlike infant after the fashion of poor Jane, she had been a notoriously ugly baby (almost as ugly as her Aunt Becky Bollingbroke who had never married), and as she grew up, this ugliness was barely redeemed by what Jane, in her vague way, described as "the something else in her face." According to Cousin Jimmy, who never recognized charm unless its manifestations were soft and purring, this "something else" was merely "a sunny temper"; and one of the constant afflictions of Gabriella's childhood was overhearing her mother remark to visitors: "No, she isn't so pretty as poor Jane, but, as Cousin Jimmy tells us, she is blessed with a sunny temper." "Give me that ruffle, mother, and I'll whip the lace on while we're waiting," she said now, laying aside the skirt of her Easter dress, and stretching out her hand for the strip of cambric in her mother's lap.
But Mrs.Carr did not hear, for she was gazing, with the concentrated stare of Jane's baby, at a beautiful old lady who was walking slowly through the faint sunshine on the opposite pavement.
"I wonder where Mrs.Peyton can be coming from in her best dress ?" she remarked, forgetting Jane for an instant while her sense of tragedy yielded to the keener impulse of curiosity.
"She never goes anywhere but to church or to the Old Ladies' home," replied Gabriella.

"Arthur says she hasn't paid a call since her husband's death." "Well, I haven't made one, except of course to my relatives, for fifteen years," rejoined Mrs.Carr a trifle tartly.

Then her manner lost its unusual asperity, and she added excitedly, "They're coming now, Jane.
There's Cousin Jimmy and he's bringing Cousin Pussy and Uncle Meriweather!" "Oh, mother, I can't possibly see them! I feel as if it would kill me!" cried Jane in desperation.
"Give her the camphor, mother," said Gabriella with grim humour as she went to open the door.
"Brace yourself, my darling.

They are coming," pleaded Mrs.Carr, as she slipped her arm under Jane's head.