Her small heart-shaped face had always been rather like a baby's, but in these months of her tragedy, her youngness at times seemed almost cruel.

If she had been ten years old she could scarcely have presented herself to the mature vision as a more touching thing.

It seemed incredible to Dowie that she should have so much of life and suffering behind and before her and yet look like that.

It was not only the soft curve and droop of her mouth and the lift of her eyes--there was added to these something as indescribable as it was heart-moving.

It was the thing before which Donal--boy as he was--had trembled with love and joy.