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And yet she was very kind to little Bessie. Indeed, no
one could look at that child and not love her at once, and pity her,
too, for the influence with which she was surrounded."
"Yes, Bessie--tell me of her," and Miss McPherson leaned forward
eagerly. "They pretend she was named for me. Then why not call her
Betsey, if that is her name?"
"Would you call a child Betsey?" Hannah asked, joining for the first
time in the conversation.
"No, of course not. I think it horrid, but if I was christened Betsey,
no power on earth could turn me into a Bessie; but go on and tell me
about her," and she turned to Mrs. Geraldine, who continued:
"She has her mother's wonderful beauty, with all its refinement of her
father, and such a sweet expression that you feel like kissing her. Her
eyes, like her mother's, are blue, but so clear and dark that at times
they seemed almost black, especially when there came into them as there
often did, a troubled look, when Daisy was relating some of her
adventures, which we knew could not be true.


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