Matty remembered this fact by-and-bye.
Once, too, Sophy saw her standing in her bedroom with her two hands pressed tightly to her side, as though something had given her an intense pain there.

She was close to the window, and must have been looking out, and Sophy observed that Captain Bertram and Beatrice were walking down the street together.
Notwithstanding all Mrs.Bell's coaxings, Miss Hart would never go out during the day-time, but when darkness fell, and it came early now, in the beginning of September, she would wrap her gray cloak about her, and go away for long, long walks all alone.
Mrs.Bell thought this proceeding anything but proper, but Josephine Hart minded very little what any one thought about her.
As the days wore on, her white face seemed to grow whiter, and her big bright eyes often looked pathetic as well as bright.

She ate very little, too, and scarcely spoke at all; but it never occurred to her or any one else to suppose that she was ill.
The weather during all this period continued very fine.

Never had so glorious a summer been remembered at Northbury, and the good folk said it was a lucky omen for the young bride, who was a favorite with rich and poor alike.

Every one in Northbury made Beatrice a present, and she began to collect quite a curious collection of gifts.