born, -- a little girl with a nervous cry, who
never slept long at a time, and who seemed
to wail merely from distaste at living. It
was Mrs. Dundy who came over to look
after the house till Annie got able to do so.
Her eyes had that fever in them, as ever.
She talked but little, but her touch on
Annie's head was more eloquent than words.
One day Annie asked for the glass, and
Mrs. Dundy gave it to her. She looked in
it a long time. The color was gone from
her cheeks, and about her mouth there was
an ugly tightening. But her eyes flashed
and shone with that same -- no, no, it could
not be that in her face also was coming the
look of half-madness! She motioned Mrs.
Dundy to come to her.

"You knew it was coming," she said,
brokenly, pointing to the reflection in the
glass. "That first day, you knew how it
would be."

Mrs. Dundy took the glass away with a
gentle hand.

"How could I help knowing?" she said
simply. She went into the next room, and
when she returned Annie noticed that the
handkerchief stuck in her belt was wet, as