She stood gazing at the glass, and shivered as though with cold.

Then she started at a sound of wheels outside.

In front of the house was Leander Willard, who kept the livery-stable of East Westland.

He was descending in shambling fashion over the front wheels, steadying at the same time a trunk on the front seat; and Horace Allen sprang out of the back of the carriage and assisted a girl in a flutter of dark-blue skirts and veil.

"She's come!" said Sylvia..