Ellen shivered and drew a fluttering sigh of assent.

Then the two girls lay in each other's arms, looking at the moonlight which streamed in through the window.
God knew in what realms of pure romance, and of passion so sublimated by innocence that no tinge of earthliness remained, the two wandered in their dreams.
At last, that afternoon in February, Ellen put down little Amabel and got out her needle-work.

She was making a lace neck-tie for her own adornment.

She showed it to her grandmother at her mother's command.

"It's real pretty," said Mrs.Zelotes.