"Oh, mother, I don't want to have us all go through the street with all these flowers, and me in my white dress," she had said.

She had looked at her mother with a shrinking in her eyes which was incomprehensible to the other coarser-natured woman.
"Nonsense," she had said.

"Sometimes you have real silly notions, Ellen." Fanny said it adoringly, for even silliness in this girl was in a way worshipful to her.

Ellen, with her heart still softened almost to grief by the love shown her on the day before, had yielded, but she was glad when they arrived at the photograph studio.

She had particularly dreaded passing Lloyd's, for the thought came to her that possibly young Mr.Lloyd might see her.