"She is the lovely lady in the locket
picture, I _know_ she is!"
"I am, indeed, the girl in the locket miniature, and now, as you have
seen me before coming here, don't look upon me as a stranger. I want
you to learn to like me, dear."
There was pleading in the sweet voice, and Rose took the slender white
hand in hers.
"I won't have to learn to _like_ you, because I _love_ you now. Anyone
would love you, you are so sweet, so bright to look at," Rose said,
and Iris bent her lovely head, and kissed the upturned face.
* * * * * * * *
"Oh, Uncle John! There _never was_, there _never will be_ anyone so
dear, so lovely," sighed Rose, when they were once more in the
automobile. "See how sweet she looks, waving her hand to us! When will
you take me to her again?"
"Rose, little girl, you have pleased me to-day, and you shall often
go with me to the beautiful old house, to see the beautiful girl who
lives there. As I said this afternoon, I wish you to be the best of
friends.
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