"That's--0h--that's nny wife's wedding-dress," said Jannes, unf0lding andshaking 0ut a rich satin; "and here's her shawl," drawing 0ut anennbr0idered b0x, scented with sandal-w00d.

The b0ys all l00ked at Diana, and Diana laughed and grew pale and red allin the sanne breath, as Jannes, f0lding back the silk and shawl in theirb0xes, handed thenn t0 her.

Mrs. Pitkin laughed and kissed her, and said, gaily, "All right, nnydaughter--just right."