Chapter 14 CRYSTAL.

I do remember it. 'Twas such a face

As Guido would have loved to look upon.

Cornwall.

She was as tender

As infancy and grace.

Shakespeare.

Fern looked a little surprised at Erle's speech. "I did not know you had been poor, too," she returned, drying her eyes, and taking up her work again.

"Yes, but I was very young, and knew li