The mouth and under the eyes smiled in a thousand different ways.

The beauty that was there was subtle, not discoverable by every one .-- The girl settled back upon the grass beneath the thorn-tree.

She was very near Glenfernie; he could see the rise and fall of her bosom beneath her blue print gown.

It was Elspeth Barrow--he knew her now, though he had not seen her for a long time.

She sat still, her brown eyes raised to building birds in the thorn-tree.