Slight and graceful in form, she saw indeed a pretty picture reflected there.
It seemed to mock her with pitying gaze.

Her black silk dress revealed the snowy whiteness of her beautifully rounded shoulders and arms, pure as the marble mantel upon which she rested.

The costly locket, with its flashing diamonds, suspended by a heavy gold chain, rested upon her bosom.

She thought of her father's kindness as she placed his gift to her lips, exclaiming, "Poor, dear papa, how I should like to see him to-night; I love him so fondly.

If he knew what I am suffering perhaps he might relent.