"And you bought that homely bracelet, my child?" I said smiling at her earnestness.
"I did Aunt Hester, and when I feel that I am not doing what is right I just run to my dressing case and slip that on my arm," pointing at the same moment to the curious construction of bronze and steel that encircled her alabaster-like arm.
"And why are you wearing it to-day, my dear?" I asked.
"I felt inclined to be moody, Aunt Hester."
"I never remember of seeing such a bracelet worn by Miss Verne," ventured Mr. Lawson who had hitherto remained a silent listener.
"The occasion to which I refer, happened more than three years ago. I remember sometime afterward of asking Marguerite if she had her moody fits yet, and she smilingly said that the bracelet had been consigned to a resting place among her store of relics."
"Miss Verne now looks to a higher source. She needs no such talisman," said Mr. Lawson with an air of deep reverence.
"Yes, I believe Marguerite Verne is a Christian, though she makes no loud demonstration of the fact. No one possessing the sweet simplicity of character, the truly charitable spirit, and that universal good will to her fellow creatures can be otherwise than a Christian."
Mrs. Montgomery had given emphasis to her speech, as she never was weary in extolling the virtues of her favorite niece.
A slight movement on the part of the prostrate man called Phillip to the bedside.