So Dora listened to the sweet melodies which were her only refreshment during those hot long hours, and even the running scales were a pleasure to her ear.

But then the thought of her father came back to her, and she felt bitterly the terrible contrast between these hot lonely afternoons and those which she used to spend with him under the cool shade of the lindens.

Then she thought of that glorious sunset, and of her father, as he stood transfigured in the golden light.

She remembered his comforting words, his assurance that some day they two and the mother would stand thus together, shining in the eternal light of Heaven.

But Dora sighed at the thought of the long weary time before she should join them, unless indeed some accident should happen to her, or she should fall ill and die, from this too heavy task of shirt-making.