And one, or two perhaps, of the cupboards contained treasures which are rarer now than they were then--the _loveliest_ old china! Even I, child as I was, appreciated its beauty--the tints were so delicate and yet brilliant.

My grandmother had collected much of it herself, and her taste was excellent.

At her death it was divided, and among so many that it seemed to melt away.

All that came to my share were those two handleless cups that are at the top of that little cabinet over there, and those were by no means the most beautiful, beautiful as they undoubtedly are.

I was never tired of feasting my eyes on grandmother's china when I used to be sent to spend a day with her, which happened every few weeks.