"You belong to me, too, in a way," thought Betty, looking up at it.

"If you are my godmother's mother, then you are my great-godmother, Amanthis, and I love you because you are so beautiful." The harp thrilled on, the fair face of the portrait seemed to smile back at her, and in some vague, sweet way Betty felt that she had come back to her own and had been welcomed home to the House Beautiful..