She fell to rummaging John's closets, and brought out a dusty, Chinese-looking affair, which she put on for a dressing-gown. She found some Chinese straw shoes, and tucked her little feet into them, and then braided her hair in a long tail, and declared she was ready for dinner. Her gayety was refreshing, and I did not wonder at John's admiration. My spirits rose, too, and I astonished Leonora at the table with my chat; she had never seen me except when quiet. I fell into one of those unselfish, unasking moods which are the glory of youth: I felt that the pure heaven of love was in the depths of my being; my soul shone like a star in its atmosphere; my heart throbbed, and I cried softly to it,--"Live! live! he is here!" I still chatted with Leonora and made her laugh, and the child for the first time thoroughly liked me. We were finishing our dessert, when we heard John's knock. We allowed him to come in for a moment, and gave him some almonds, which, he leisurely cracked and ate. "Somehow, Margaret," he said, "you remind me of those women who enjoy the Indian festival of the funeral pile. I have seen the thing done; you have something of the sort in your mind; be sure to immolate yourself handsomely. Women are the deuse." "Finish your almonds, John," I said, "and go away; we must dress." He put his hand on my arm, and whispered,-- "Smother that light in your eyes, my girl; it is dangerous. And you have lived under your mother's eye all your life! You see what I have done,"--indicating Leonora with his eyebrows,--"taken a baby on my hands." "John, John!" I inwardly ejaculated, "you are an idiot." "She shall never suffer what you suffer; she shall have the benefit of the experience which other women have given me." "Very likely," I answered; "I know we often serve you as pioneers merely." He gave a sad nod, and I closed the door upon him. "Put these pins into my hair, Leonora, and tell me, how do you like my new dress?" "Paris!" she cried. It was a dove-colored silk with a black velvet stripe through it. I showed her a shawl which John had given me,--a pale-yellow gauzy fabric with a gold-thread border,--and told her to make me up. She produced quite a marvellous effect; for this baby understood the art of dress to perfection. She made my hair into a loose mass, rolling it away from my face; yet it was firmly fastened. Then she shook out the shawl, and wrapped me in it, so that my head seemed to be emerging from a pale-tinted cloud. John said I looked outlandish, but Leonora thought otherwise. She begged him for some Indian perfume, and he found an aromatic powder, which she sprinkled inside my gloves and over my shawl.