ness, Mrs. Plummer's sallowness. Dark bright eyes with fringing lashes, dark auburn satin hair, feathers of eyebrows delicately drawn on a white brow. She went back and gave Aunt Ann, who was sitting opposite the mirror, an extra hug.
"Mrs. Plummer wants to know if you will take part in a little play she's written, darling."
"Princess Brighteyes and Prince Trueheart—I want you to be one of the court ladies, dear. I'm afraid it's a very tiny part, but"
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Plummer. I'd love to. I'll try to be a court lady."
Aunt Ann and Aunt Deborah exchanged proud glances, and Aunt Clara whispered a piercing "Sweet!" As for Amy Caine, she threw her arms about her little daughter and kissed her.
"No, Christabel, you cannot wear my red silk. Now, come, be mother's dear little daughter and get into your costume."
