WHITEWASH
"Madame says," timidly suggested the servant, "that mademoiselle is not to waste time in dressing. What gown, mademoiselle?"
"Green spangles," Philippa answered, absently, as she ripped open the note.
"Most sweet lady," it began, "pardon my presumption, but your kindness to-day touched me greatly. Your offer to help, coming as it did, when I was racked by fears and perhaps needless nervousness, has been as medicine to me. You who are so kind add one more obligation to the many you have heaped on me, by accepting the little gift I send herewith. The pin was my mother's and my mother's mother's for generations. So it is rather the sentiment attached to it that makes it worthy of you than its paltry value. Pray accept this little keepsake in the spirit of the sender.
As she read, that which stood with Philippa in the place of conscience smote her that she had forgotten her devoted knight in the contemplation
