There was a picture of her father in the little red box. Hildegarde studied it closely, seeing herself like him in the sweep of dark hair, the gray eyes. Her mother's hair had a copper tint, and her eyes had been blue—such clear blue eyes even at the end of forty years!
There was a ring in the red box and a string of pearls. "The ring is my engagement ring; your father gave me the pearls when we were married. I kept them for you—all the rest I left behind. I wanted none of them."
