It was of white gauze decorated round the neck and hem with small pink roses that made her look very young and spring-like.
Rocana then arranged a tiny wreath of roses at the back of her head and clasped a necklace of small pearls that her father had given her for her last birthday round her neck.
“You look lovely, dearest!” Rocana exclaimed.
“I wish Patrick could see me!”
“Just keep thinking that he will in a short time be seeing you every day for the rest of your lives.”
“I can think of nothing else.”
Then, because they both knew it would be a mistake for her to be late for dinner, Rocana took her to the top of the stairs and watched her walk down them, thinking how beautiful and graceful she looked.
Then, as she went off into the schoolroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in one
