She was silent a moment, watching Golden's deft finger as they slowly cut and basted, then she resumed:
"I have tried and tried, but I cannot think of a name for her. Can you tell me a pretty name for her, Mary?"
"Would you like to call her Golden?" asked the girl, feeling as if the sound of her own name would be a relief in this new, strange atmosphere.
"Golden! what a pretty name," said the child. "I like that. I will call Dollie by that name. I shall be Golden—Golden Chesleigh," she added, after a minute's thought.
The new nurse started so violently, that the doll's dress fell from her fingers. The lovely crimson color rushed into her face.
"Chesleigh! Why do you call her that?" she asked, falteringly. "Do you know anybody by that name, Miss Ruby?"
The little girl laughed quite happily.
"Well, I should think I did," she said, brightly. "My own uncle is named Chesleigh—Bertram Chesleigh. There is his portrait on the wall. Look at it, Mary, and tell me if he is not me very handsomest man you ever beheld."
Golden looked up into the dark eyes that had gazed into her own so fondly, and at the proud yet tender lips that had kissed her with such passionate love, and she could barely repress the moan of pain that came from her lips.