her whole appearance; it boasted all the colours of the rainbow; but it was the work of "the dear children," and always worn at such visits. At other times it was wrapped in divers folds of silver paper, and laid up, literally, in lavender. With small delicate features, a complexion which retained much of its original fairness—age had past over her smiling countenance as lightly as possible; she seemed in complete keeping with comfort and quiet around her—she must have been known any where for an Englishwoman. Eda, on the contrary, obviously belonged to a far distant country. Her high and finely cut features expressed more passion and more determination than belonged to the soft and gentle face of the other;-and her skin, of a dark but clear olive, together with her thick black hair, gave something sombre to her appearance. Her dress, nevertheless, was in a more gorgeous taste; though the taste with which the colours were assimilated prevented it from being gaudy.—Her turban was of pure white, but her dress was a
