The after years are made up, so many times, of
things one has had--rounded off and put away forever."
"I know," returned Juliet, with a far-away look in her eyes. "I remember
the day I grew up--almost the hour. It was the day I came here."
Madame stooped to kiss the girl's rosy cheek, then swiftly turned the
talk to linen and lace. Always quick to observe, Juliet had acquired
little graces of tone and manner, softened her abruptness, and, guided
by loving tact, had begun to bloom like a primrose in a sunny window.
"When--when Miss Bernard comes back again," asked Juliet, wistfully,
"shall I have to go?"
"No, dear--indeed no! This is your home until the right man comes a-
wooing, and takes you to a little house of your own."
Scarlet signals flamed in Juliet's cheeks as she earnestly devoted
herself to her sewing, and Madame smiled. Already, in quiet moments, she
had planned a pretty wedding gown for Juliet, and a still prettier
wedding.
Allison came frequently, sometimes alone and sometimes with his father
or Doctor Jack. He had remarked once that when he desired to consult his
physician, he always knew where to find him.
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