A sparkle came to her face as she remembered that it was a new day and there would be the possibility of another flower waiting for her. With eagerness she sat up in her bed and reached out for the flowers, drawing a deep breath of their fragrance. Then suddenly memory came on the breath of perfume and—bang!—the joy went out of her heart and the large dark cloud loomed over her head again. Her father was getting married to Cousin Helen, and they would be coming back tomorrow night! Cousin Helen was coming to stay always! The sorrow settled down around her once more, beyond the power of the mysterious blossoms to cheer. She looked around her room and marveled that the draperies could be so pleasant a color and the sun could shine as it had in the past when such sorrow was so near. And then she remembered several things she had planned last night to be done this morning, and she sprang up and began to dress. There was no time to waste. There were still many precious treasures to be put out of sight and packed carefully where they could not be harmed.
