Celia hesitated.

"I think we had better wait till you are a little stronger," she said
very gently.

"Is it so very beautiful?"

"Well--"

"So beautiful that it almost hurts? Celia, dear, let me risk it," I
pleaded.

She fetched it and gave it to me. I gazed at it a long time.

"Who is it?" I asked at last.

"I don't know, dear."

"Is it like anybody we know?"

"I think it's meant to be like _you_, darling," said Celia tenderly,
trying to break it to me.

I gazed at it again.

"Would you get me a glass?" I asked her.

"A looking-glass, or with brandy and things in it?"