She had for almost the first time in her life a little selfish feeling that she did not wish to jar a perfect moment even with the contemplation of a friend's troubles.

She was very happy walking beside Von Rosen, holding up her flimsy embroidered skirts carefully lest they come in contact with dewy grass.

She had been admonished by her grandmother and her aunts so to do and reminded that the frail fabric would not endure much washing however skilful.

Between the shadows, her lovely face showed like a white flower as Von Rosen looked down upon it.

He wondered more and more that he had never noticed this exquisite young creature before.