IN WHICH HERMIONE MAKES A FATEFUL DECISION When Mrs. Trapes was gone, Hermione stood a long time to look at herself in her little mirror, viewing and examining each feature of her lovely, intent face more earnestly than she had ever done before; and sometimes she smiled, and sometimes she frowned, and all her thought was: "Shall I make him happy, I wonder? Can I be all he wants--all he thinks I am?" So, after some while, she combed and brushed out her glorious hair, shyly glad because of its length and splendour; and, having crowned her shapely head with it, viewed the effect with cold, hypercritical eyes. "Can I, oh, can I ever be all he wants--all he thinks I am?" And then she proceeded to dress; the holey stockings were replaced by others that had seen less service; the worn frills

