both wrought by her own hand, in the days which were now so interesting in memory.
"Do you know anybody by this name?" asked Mrs. Nesmith, touching the lower of the two on the coverlet.
Nattie nodded slightly.
"Is it your own?" asked the little woman.
"It is part of it," was the rather unwilling answer.
"Will you let me add another to it?" said Robert, with a merry twinkle in his black eye.
"What one?" asked Nattie, with a quick glance.
"Mine, for instance," he answered, taking from his notebook a card bearing his name in large print.
This he proceeded to shove under the beaded strip till only the name "Nesmith" remained visible. Nattie's color came and went rapidly, as she now saw before her cyes, her own name, full and complete, "Nathalie Norton Nesmith."
