"I know why it looks familiar--there's a tiny bit of resemblance to you--not as much as in the pictures of the baby. I suppose the baby got it from the mother. Still, I think it looks like Captain Clarke, too, don't you?" "Let's put these things back, Chicken Little. Poor little lady, I wonder what happened to her." Sherm laid the picture gently back in the bottom of the drawer and helped Jane fold and lay away the other things. They had both forgotten the Roman sash which still adorned her dark hair. Captain Clarke, coming in soon after, started when he saw her and glanced at the cabinet. "Dressing up, Chicken Little? That gew gaw was evidently intended by Providence for you. Won't you accept it as a present to keep that autograph album company?" Chicken Little put her hand to her head in dismay. Captain Clarke must have thought she wanted it. She stammered awkwardly: "Oh, Captain Clarke--I--couldn't take it. I oughtn't to have put it on." Sherm calmly took the matter out of her hands. "She didn't put it on, Captain Clarke. I'm the guilty party. I thought it would be so becoming to Chicken Little--her dark hair and eyes--you know. I didn't realize till we came across the picture that it belonged to your wife--and--you might not like to have us handle it." "It was never Mrs. Clarke's," the Captain said evenly. "I bought it for her, but she"--he hesitated an instant--"she--died before my return. I told you to rummage the drawers, and that scarf is entirely too becoming to Chicken Little's bright eyes to be wasted in a drawer any longer. You will be doing me a favor, my dear. "You seem to have an eye for color, Sherm. Juanita loved color, too, that is why I picked up so many gay things for her." Captain Clarke seemed to have formed a sudden resolution. He plunged his hand down among the rustling silks and brought up the picture. His hand trembled a little as he handed it to Chicken Little. "I have never shown you her picture before. She had eyes something like yours." Chicken Little took the picture and tried to look as if nothing had happened. She described the scene to Marian afterwards. "O Marian, I felt as if I were standing in a story book. The Captain's face was as white, but he went on talking just as if I knew all about his wife, and--I do wonder! I felt so sorry for him. Sherm said he wanted to kick himself for being so thoughtless." "Don't worry about it, Jane, and don't be trying to make a mystery out of what was merely a big sorrow. It must have been an awful blow to him to come home and find wife and baby both dead, but it happened years ago. I expect it did him good to talk to you and Sherm about it." Chicken Little forgot about it after a few days, except when she went to the box where she kept the scarf. She always thought of the picture of the young mother and baby whenever she saw it. "I don't believe I ever can wear it," she told Sherm.