It showed her, suddenly,
how precious little deeds of love and sympathy are; how strong to
bless, how easy to perform, how comfortable to recall. Her heart was
very full and tender just then, and the lesson sunk deep into it
never to be forgotten.
She sat a long time watching flowers bud and blossom under Lizzie's
skilful fingers, and then hurried home to tell all her glad news to
mamma.
If the next day had not been full of most delightfully exciting
events, Belle might have felt some anxiety about her wreath, for
hour after hour went by and nothing arrived from Lizzie.
Evening came, and all was ready. Belle was dressed, and looked so
lovely that mamma declared she needed nothing more. But Marie
insisted that the grand effect would be ruined without the garland
among the sunshiny hair. Belle had time now to be anxious, and
waited with growing impatience for the finishing touch to her
charming toilette.
"I must be downstairs to receive, and can't wait another moment; so
put in the blue pompon and let me go," she said at last, with a sigh
of disappointment, for the desire to look beautiful that night in
Somebody's eyes had increased four-fold.
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