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fortable,” she said. “I must be ill. I'll go to bed at once; to-morrow, doubtless, I shall wake up quite well.” So she went to bed.

Next morning she sprang up when the first rays of the sun shone in at the window, and ran at once to her looking-glass. But it was just the same as the previous evening. No likeness of herself could she see. At last she began to cry outright.

“I never heard of such an absurd thing!” she sobbed. “Not to be able to see one’s own face in the glass. Either I must be very ill, or else something must be wrong with the glasses. And I dare not tell any one, for fear they should laugh or think I’m going mad. But I think I’ll go down and tell Erick about it. He won't laugh at me, at any rate.”

So she dressed as quickly as she could; but when she had to do her hair without seeing it she cried again till her eyes were red. She would not look in a glass all day, but when the evening came she went down the village to the cottage where Erick lived. She tapped at the door, and it was opened by Erick’s mother, who stood behind it with a pale face and red eyes.

“Can I speak to Erick?” asked Lamorna.