Innocent smiled.
"Very soon!" she answered—"We are to begin our sittings next week. I am to wear a white frock—and I told him about my dove Cupid, and how it used to fly from the gables of the house to my hand—and he is going to paint the bird as well as me!"
She laughed with the joy of a child.
"Fancy! Cupid will be there!"
"Cupid?" echoed Miss Leigh, wonderingly.
"Yes—Cupid!—usually known as the little god of love,—but only a dove this time!—so much more harmless than the god!"
Miss Leigh touched the diamond pendant at the girl's neck.
"You have a dove there now," she said—"All in jewels! And in your heart, dear child, I pray there is a spiritual dove of holy purity to guard you from all evil and keep your sweet soul safe and clean!"
A startled look came into the girl's soft grey-blue eyes,—a deep flush of rose flew over her cheeks and brow.
"A blessing or a warning, godmother mine?" she said.