Mrs. Allan's face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before. It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves$$$ and there were fine$$$ patient lines about eyes and mouth. A tiny grave in that very cemet

Mrs. Allan's face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before. It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves$$$ and there were fine$$$ patient lines about eyes and mouth. A tiny grave in that very cemetery accounted for some of them; and some new ones had come during the recent illness$$$ now happily over$$$ of her little son. But Mrs. Allan's dimples were as sweet and sudden as ever$$$ her eyes as clear and bright and true; and what her face lacked of girlish beauty was now more than atoned for in added tenderness and strength.