Annabel leaned over her shoulder, watching with interest the small package in her hands.
Blue Bonnet took off the last wrapping and disclosed to view a small miniature.
The girls crowded round her.
"Oh, how lovely!" they exclaimed in a breath. "Who is it?"
Blue Bonnet hesitated a brief second, gazing lovingly at the picture.
"My mother," she answered softly.
"Isn't she beautiful! Is she in Texas?" Ruth inquired.
"No. She's—dead."
There was a hush for a moment.