So poor Hoyt brought them out and placed
them in her hand, and then ran for the water
pitcher, and had to be at the bother of bath-
ing her forehead to keep her from fainting.

For what the lady saw was this: Over face
and flowers and the head of the coffin fell a
thick veil, the edges of which touched the
floor in some places. It covered the feat-
ures so well that not a hint of them was
visible.

"There was nothing over mother's face!"
cried the lady at length.

"Not a thing," acquiesced Hoyt. "I
know, because I had occasion to touch her
face just before I took the picture. I put
some of her hair back from her brow."

"What does it mean, then?" asked the
lady.

"You know better than I. There is no ex-
planation in science. Perhaps there is some
in -- in psychology."

"Well," said the young woman, stammer-
ing a little and coloring, "mother was a good
woman, but she always wanted her own way,