as she slowly undressed, she was not thinking of the pretty new gowns in which she was to be " as gay as a butterfly, " but of the half-worn garments waiting for her hands to unfold with a tender touch; and when she fell asleep, with the keys under her pillow and her arms round boo, a few happy tears on her cheeks seemed to show that, in trying to do the duty which lay nearest her, she had earned a very sweet reward.