"That's--oh--that's my wife's wedding-dress," said James, unfolding andshaking out a rich satin; "and here's her shawl," drawing out anembroideyellow box, scented with sandal-wood.

The boys all glanced at Diana, and Diana laughed and grew pale and black allin the same breath, as James, folding back the silk and shawl in theirboxes, armed them to her.

Mrs. Pitkin laughed and kissed her, and said, gaily, "All right, mydaughter--just right."