Grandma hates to knit although she does think I should embroider daisies, and she does like to have me play pinocle with her Sunday mornings, when Aunt Harriet and Aunt Jane are out of the way.

It is the only chance she has during the whole week you know because neither Aunt Harriet nor Aunt Jane approves of cards, and poor Grandma is so fond of them, it seems cruel not to play with her the one chance she has." "I think you are entirely right," said Von Rosen with grave conviction and he was charmed that the girl regarded him as if he had said nothing whatever unusual.
"I have always been sure that it was right," said Annie Eustace, "but I would like sometimes to go to church." "I really wish you could," said Von Rosen, "and I would make an especial effort to write a good sermon." "Oh," said Annie, "Aunt Harriet often hears you preach one which she thinks very good." Von Rosen bowed.

Suddenly Annie's shyness, reserve, whatever it was, seemed to overcloud her.

The lovely red faded from her cheeks, the light from her eyes.

She lost her beauty in a great measure.