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At the click of the latch everybody looked round The girl

hung in the doorway, seized with aNow she had an attractive

gawkiness, as she hung ahow to carry her

shoulders Her dark hair was tied behind, her yellon eyes

shone without direction Behind her, in the parlour, was the

soft light of a lamp upon open books

A superficial readiness took her to her Uncle To a show of inti evident his own

coer He was standing back

a little, waiting He was a young reyish

eyes that waited until they were called upon, before they took

expression

So moved her, and she

broke into a confused, rather beautiful laugh as she gave hi her breath like an excited child His hand

closed over hers very close, very near, he bowed, and his eyes

atching her with some attention She felt proud--her

spirit leapt to life

"You don't know Mr Skrebensky, Ursula," came her Uncle Tom's

intimate voice She lifted her face with an ie, laughing her

palpitating, excited laugh