hly to his honor," said Emma Cavendish.
"And he will keep it. I know Alden," answered Laura.
And then the two girls hastened to dress themselves for breakfast. And very well they both looked as they left their room.
Laura wore her crimson merino morning-dress, with white linen cuffs and collar, a costume that well became her olive complexion and dark hair and eyes.
Emma wore a black cashmere trimmed with lusterless black silk, and folded book-muslin cuffs and collar. And in this dark dress her radiant blonde beauty shone like a fair star.
They rapped at Electra's door to bring her out.
She made her appearance looking quite dazzling. Electra had a gay taste in dress. She loved bright colors and many of them. She wore a purple dressing-gown with a brilliant shawl border--a dress for a portly old lady rather than for a slim young girl.
They went down together to the breakfast-room, where they found the languishing widow and the old clergyman