"Don't be afraid, Miss Brewster," he said, kindly.

"It is not a matter of by-gones, but the future.

My aunt has a plan for you which I think you will like." Ellen looked at him wonderingly, but she went with him across the moonlit yard into the house.
She found Miss Cynthia Lennox, fair and elegant in a filmy black gown, and a broad black hat draped with lace and violets shading her delicate, clear-cut face, and her father and mother.

Fanny's eyes were red.

She looked as if she had been running--in fact, one could easily hear her breathe across the room.