I am going to your church on that day, and till then I can't tell whether I wish to belong to it or not." This prudent resolve met with Aaron's hearty approbation.
* * * * * It was not long before Anna and Blanka became the warmest of friends.
They shared the same room together, and the newcomer was allowed to look over all her companion's books, drawings,--for she, like her twin brother, was an artist,--keepsakes, and treasures of every sort.

One day she came upon something that made her start back as if stung by an adder.

It was a little portrait in an oval frame, a man's face, highly idealised by the artist, and yet strikingly true to life.

Evidently the hand of love had depicted those lineaments.

The eyes were bright, the lips wore a proud smile, the whole expression was one to charm the beholder.