All the pride in her heart was melted, and poured out of her eyes.

She buried her face upon Mrs.Simcoe's shoulder, and her passion wept and sobbed itself away.
She did not understand what it was, nor why.

A little while before, upon the lawn, she had been so happy.

Now it seemed as if her heart were breaking.

When she grew calmer, Mrs.Simcoe, holding the fair face between her hands, and tenderly kissing it once more, said, slowly, "Hope, my child, we must all walk the path alone.