Charlotte lifted the sheet.
"I took the last stitch on it Wednesday night," she said, in a hushed voice.
"Didn't he come that night ?" "I finished it before he came." "Did he see it ?" Charlotte nodded.

The two girls stood looking solemnly at the silk dress.
"You can't see it here; it's too dark," said Charlotte, and she rolled up a window curtain.
"Yes, I can see better," said Rose, in a whisper.

"It's beautiful, Charlotte." The dress was spread widely over the bed in crisp folds.

It was purple, plaided vaguely with cloudy lines of white and delicate rose-color.

Over it lay a silvery lustre that was the very light of the silken fabric.
Rose felt it reverently.