it would help make him a better man. Be very good
to him, please, even if you do find him a little
rough."

They had mounted the steps of the porch and
were now entering the wide colonial hall--a bare
white hall, with a staircase protected by spindling
mahogany banisters and a handrail. Jane passed
into the library and seated herself at her desk. Lucy
ran on upstairs, followed by Martha to help unpack
her boxes and trunks.

When they reached the room in which Martha had
nursed her for so many years--the little crib still
occupied one corner--the old woman took the wide
hat from the girl's head and looked long and searchingly
into her eyes.

"Let me look at ye, my baby," she said, as she
pushed Lucy's hair back from her forehead; "same
blue eyes, darlin', same pretty mouth I kissed so
often, same little dimples ye had when ye lay in my
arms, but ye've changed--how I can't tell. Somehow,
the face is different."

Her hands now swept over the full rounded
shoulders and plump arms of the beautiful girl, and
over the full hips.

"The doctor's right, child," she said with a sigh,