In a few short weeks she had changed from a girl into a woman, and the soft, happy light that shone in her glorious, Southern eyes told its own story. And now that Mr. Hamilton had given his consent to Sir Harold’s wooing, he became aware that Theresa wanted new frocks, and things of which most girls are proud. One day he called her to him. “My darling,” he said, kissing her tenderly, “in one way I have been very unkind to you, and you have never once complained.” She looked at him wonderingly. “You do not understand me, Theresa?” “No, father; because I do not know the meaning of unkindness. You have ever striven hard to teach me all those accomplishments that are so essential to women of refinement. I never knew their value until----” She hesitated, and he asked: “Until when, Theresa?” “Until Sir Harold expressed his pleasure and surprise,” she replied, blushing vividly and burying her face on his shoulder. “Theresa,” her father went on, “I will tell you how I have been unkind, though my motives in all things concerning you have been actuated by my keen desire to leave you in some way provided for. Have you ever wanted nicer frocks and boots, and all those little fineries that add a charm to woman’s dress?” “No, but I should like them now,” she replied, naïvely, “only that I know we are poor.” “Then you shall have them,” he promised her, with a sparkle of triumph in his eyes. “I have a little money put away, Theresa--a little hoard of gold which I have saved for you. What do you say to going with me to one of the big towns and choosing all that you require?” She clapped her hands gleefully. “I wonder what Sir Harold will think of me then,” she laughed. It was always Sir Harold first with her now, and her father smiled indulgently. “Well, Theresa, is it settled? I am feeling better to-day than I have for years. A burden seems to have been lifted from about me.” “Oh, father, I am so happy! Is it much money that you have saved--very much?” “Enough for present needs, Theresa, and I have dreamed of buying this little house in which to spend the evening of my life, but it may not be needed now.” He looked wistfully from the window, adding: “How strange are Thy ways, O Providence! * * * Well, Theresa, we must start early, and for a few hours leave Sir Harold to his flowers and books.” The girl ran about the house like a happy child. A new world was opening to her, filled with unexpected treasures, as beautiful even as the stories of fairydom. Mr. Hamilton took his daughter to a town called Farnwell, and left her in the hands of a firm of _costumiers_, while he made other purchases. He spent his money freely, and it seemed to afford him infinite satisfaction. A further visit to Farnwell was made a few days later, followed by several large parcels which were delivered by the local carrier.