At first, after one astonished look and exclamation they all broke down and cried. Partly for joy--for how handsome he was! and how those bell buttons did set him off!--partly for the wild longing it stirred to have him in their arms again. But with this came in another feeling: that keen, subtle pang which detects a change. Was their own wayward, careless, happy-go-lucky Magnus really hid away behind that perfectly buttoned coat? For even a year at West Point makes a wonderful change, which even accustomed eyes find marvellous; what wonder that these unwonted ones grew wide open as they gazed? He had graduated from the mild sway of persuasion and was under orders. If the first half hour's study of the picture was full of joy, it may be doubted if the pain of the second had all the softening that really belonged to it. _This_ exact, stately young man, _her_ Magnus, who used to catch her in his arms and whirl her off her feet. _This_ soldierly fellow _their_ brother, who would swing himself by one foot from the apple tree and climb the lightning rod and hold on by his teeth to the window sill? They did not write all this out for themselves, but the smiles faded. Not their boy any longer, but Uncle Sam's. "I should think they might have left him just a few curls!" said Violet, identifying one small grievance. "Oh, I wonder what Cherry will say?" "I wish she'd come," said poor Mrs. Kindred, trying hard to speak calmly. "Cherry is always so wise. And I am such a goose," she added, feeling after a stray smile. "Of course, he could not be at West Point and a soldier and look like my little boy still." "Let me run up with it to Cherry and bring her back," said Rose. "No, no, leave it here!" cried the mother. "I cannot have it out of my sight one minute. Oh, girls! was there ever such a handsome fellow seen, anywhere?" "Never, I do believe," said Rose. "Mother, his eyes haven't changed one bit. Just see how they laugh at you----" But that look stopped the words. "What is going on here?" said a sweet young voice at the window. "What are you all studying out?" And Cherry's quick, soft steps came through the hall and into the room. "Don't tell her! Don't tell her!" cried both the girls in an eager whisper. "Come in, love," said Mrs. Kindred. "We were just wishing for you." "Yes, come and tell us what you think," said Rose. And placing themselves each side of Cherry, the two girls marched her up to a place behind their mother's chair, where she could look over Mrs. Kindred's cap and see the picture, watching to hear what she would say.