loak. In cold and heat, in rain and sunshine, the red cloak was worn out-of-doors.
"Are you making holiday to-day, Kettie?"
"Not more than usual; all days are the same to us," she answered, in her sweet, soft voice, and with the slightly foreign accent that attended the speech of both. But Kettie had it more strongly than her mother.
"You have not gilded your oak-ball."
Kettie glanced down at the one ball, nestling amid its green leaves. "I had no gilding to put on it, Mr. Johnny."
"No! I have some in my pocket. Let me gild it for you."
Her teeth shone like pearls as she smiled and held out the spray. How beautiful she was! with those delicate features and the large dark eyes!--eyes that were softer than Ketira's. Taking the little paper book from my pocket, and some of the gilt leaf from between its tissue leaves, I wetted the oak-ball and gilded it. Kettie watched intently.
"Where did you get it all from?" she asked, meaning the gilt leaf.
"I bought it
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