So she tried to quiet and divert him by calling his attention to her dress, and asking how he liked it.
'It is lovely,' he said, examining the lace and the soft flounces.

'It is the prettiest Maude and I could find.

You know, she was with me, and helped me select it.

Yes, it's lovely, and so are you, Cherry, with Gretchen's eyes and hair, and smile, and that one dimple in your cheek.
She used to wear soft, white dresses, and in this you are enough like her to be her daughter.' They were standing side by side before a long mirror, she taller for a woman than he was for a man, so that her face was almost in a range with his, as he stooped a little forward.
Glancing into the mirror at the two faces so near to each other, Jerrie saw something which for an instant made her cold and sick, and set every nerve to quivering as she stepped suddenly back, looking first at the man's face and then at her own in the mirror.

It was gone now, the look which had so startled her, but it had certainly been there--a likeness between the two faces--and she had seen it plainer than she had ever seen any resemblance between herself and the picture.