Elsie felt somewhat apprehensive that this early laying aside of her
mourning for their father might not meet the approval of her older son
and daughters; but it gave them pleasure; one and all were delighted to
see her resume the dress of the happy days when he was with them.

Zoe, too, was very much pleased. "Mamma," she said, "you do look so
young and lovely in white; and it was so nice in you to begin wearing it
again on the anniversary of our wedding-day. Just think, it's a whole
year to-day since Edward and I were married. How fast time flies!"

"Yes," Elsie said; "it seems a very little while since I was as young
and light-hearted as you are now, and now I am a grandmother."

"But still happy; are you not, mamma? you always seem so to me."

"Yes, my child; I have a very peaceful, happy life. I miss my husband,
but I know the separation is only for a short time, and that he is
supremely blessed. And with my beloved father and dear children about
me, heart and hands are full--delightfully full--leaving no room for
sadness and repining." This little talk was on the veranda, as the two
stood there for a moment apart from the others. Zoe was looking quite
bride-like in a white India mull, much trimmed with rich lace, her fair
neck and arms adorned with a set of beautiful pearls, just presented her
by Edward in commemoration of the day.

She called Elsie's attention to them. "See, mamma, what my husband has
given me in memory of the day. Are they not magnificent?"