My grandfather would not let me wear mourning for him.

I wore a blue ribbon the day Dr.Peewee preached his funeral sermon; and I did not care to wear black.

Aunty, I had seen him too little to love him like a father, you know." She said it almost as if apologizing to Mrs.Simcoe, who merely bowed her head.
It was past midnight.

It was the very moment when Abel Newt was starting with horror as he saw his own reflection in the glass.
Something yet remained to be said between those two women.

Each knew it--neither dared to begin.
Hope Wayne closed her eyes with an inward prayer, and then said, calmly, but in a low voice, "And, aunty, the young man ?" Mrs.Simcoe took Hope's face between her caressing hands.