Her best gift, the power of mental control, enabled her to bring the needed discipline to her emotion; and when the moment of her release came, she found that the brief restlessness had passed from her mind.

"There's no use letting myself get impatient," she thought; "I've got to stick to it, so it won't do a bit of good to begin wriggling." All the other girls had gone home before her, and on the sidewalk Miss Meason, of the glove counter, stood talking about the spring sales to Mr.Brandywine.As Gabriella passed them, in her white shirtwaist and dark belted skirt, they looked thoughtfully after her until her sailor hat, with the scarlet band, crossed Broad Street and disappeared on the opposite side.
"She's a remarkable girl," observed Mr.Brandywine, with his paternal manner.

"I hope she is beginning to feel at home with us." "I believe she'd feel at home anywhere," replied Miss Meason, "and she's obliged to get on.

There's no doubt of it." "A pleasant face, too.

Not exactly pretty, I suppose, but you would call it a pleasant face." "Oh, well, I'd call her pretty in her way," answered Miss Meason.