A graceful figure in pink.

No one saw her as she slipped home—sad—the depths of her soul in burning conflict. The flowers she held fell unnoticed.

The greatest struggle of her life.

Dawn found her still fighting against the overpowering yearning.

For months she struggled.

Her art increased.

A dying part of Lydia gave power to a new-born personality—strong deep-seeing character grew up from the ashes of her former light self.

This afternoon, sitting on the great divan, she reflected and understood.