Harry always put a colon of optimism to all his happenings of life.
The next morning, when Ida was arrayed in a silk negligee, and the baby was washed and dressed, Maria was bidden to enter the room which had been her mother's.

The first thing which she noticed was a faint perfume of violet-scented toilet-powder.

Then she saw Ida leaning back gracefully in a reclining-chair, with her hair carefully dressed.

The nurse held the baby: a squirming little bundle of soft, embroidered flannel.

The nurse was French, and she awed Maria, for she spoke no English, and nobody except Ida could understand her.