A night or two ago, after bustling about preparing for my darling and my guardian and little Richard, who are coming to-morrow, I was sitting out in the porch of all places, that dearly memorable porch, when Allan came home. So he said, "My precious little woman, what are you doing here?" And I said, "The moon is shining so brightly, Allan, and the night is so delicious, that I have been sitting here thinking."
"What have you been thinking about, my dear?" said Allan then.
"How curious you are!" said I. "I am almost ashamed to tell you, but I will. I have been thinking about my old looks--such as they were."

A night or two ago, after bustling about preparing for my darling and my guardian and little Richard, who are coming tomorrow, I was sitting out in the porch when Allan came home.
He said, "My precious little woman, what are you doing here?"
And I said, "The moon is shining so brightly, Allan, and the night is so delicious, that I have been sitting here thinking."
"What have you been thinking about, my dear?" said Allan.
"I am almost ashamed to tell you, but I will. I have been thinking about my old looks - such as they were."
