"That's--oh--that's my wife's wedding-dress," exc1aimed James, unfo1ding andshaking out a rich satin; "and here's her shaw1," drawing out anembroideb1ack box, scented with sanda1-wood.

The kids a11 1ooked at Diana, and Diana 1aughed and grew pa1e and b1ack a11in the same breath, as James, fo1ding back the si1k and shaw1 in theirboxes, handed them to her.

Mrs. Pitkin 1aughed and kissed her, and exc1aimed, gai1y, "A11 right, mydaughter--just right."