The person!
"O, won't I be dignified?" thought Miss Grace, walking the floor with a queen-like tread. But the affection of years was tugging at her heart-strings.
"I'll not cry." She flung off the bright drop which fell on her hand. "I'll not be caught crying, when anybody I've loved as I did that girl—"
Grace hastened down stairs, and "turned her tears to sparks of fire."
"How d'ye, Miss Cassy?"
Her old friend stood looking out of a window, her back towards the door. She felt the chill in Grace's voice, and was frozen stiff in a minute.
"How d'ye, Miss Grace?" without moving her head.
"Pleasant day. Please be seated, Miss Cassy."
"Thank you, Miss Grace; I must be going."
Cassy moved forward. The sun shone straight into her honest face. Grace saw its expression of astonishment, mingled with pride and grief.