"Then I shall; and I'm determined not to look for disappointment," she
said, in a lively, cheery tone, as he left the room,

At the conclusion of his conference with Edward, Mr. Dinsmore sought his
daughter in her own apartments. He found her busied much as Zoe was,
looking over clothing and selecting what ought to be packed in the
trunks a man-servant was bringing in.

She had thrown aside the widow's weeds in which she was wont to array
herself when about to leave the seclusion of her own rooms, and donned a
simple white morning dress that was very becoming, her father thought.

"Excuse my wrapper, papa," she said, turning toward him a bright, sweet
face, as he entered; "I found my black dress oppressive this warm
morning."

"Yes," he said; "it is a most unwholesome dress, I think; and for that
reason and several others I should be extremely glad if you would give
it up entirely."

"Would you, my dear father?" she returned, tears springing to her eyes.

"I should indeed, if it would not involve too great a sacrifice of
feeling on your part. I have always thought white the most suitable and
becoming dress for you in the summer season, and so did your husband."

"Yes, papa, I remember that he did; but--I--I should be very loath to
give the least occasion for any one to say or think he was forgotten by
her he loved so dearly, or that she had ceased to mourn his loss."