An oil painting of Marguerite Verne made the child clap her hands
with delight.
"Oh, it is just like her! It seems as if Miss Verne were speaking to
us," cried she, getting as near to the portrait as she possibly
could. "I can imagine myself in Sunday-school now and our dear
teacher among us. When do you expect her, Mrs. Montgomery?"
The bright eyes had a wistful look and gave the piquant face a
thoughtful tone.
"I cannot say, my dear, but we hope we may expect her soon."
The eager eyes favored the portrait with occasional glances while
the white fingers ran over the keys of the piano.
A pleasant evening was thus spent and Lottie was delighted when it
was arranged that she would be allowed to pass many such pleasant
hours during Mrs. Montgomery's stay at "Sunnybank."
"How thoughtful," was Mr. Verne's comment as he heard the voices in
the parlor on his return.
Phillip Lawson with a pang at his heart could not but notice the
wearied look upon Mr. Verne's face, also the stooping form which
once had been erect and majestic, and his sympathetic look could not
escape the eagle eye of Mrs. Montgomery.
"Business is business, my boy," said Mr.
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