Mrs. Georgie Sheldon, Stella Rosevelt (1883)
“ She flushed, but answered archly:“Stars belong to the night; they are of no account in this glorious sunshine;” and she lifted her face up to the sun, as if in gratitude that its friendly beams were shining on her once more.“It is a glorious morning,” said the old man, taking a long breath of the pure, keen air.“Sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning,” Star murmured, in a low tone, but with a thrill in her voice which told how she felt the words.Again a sneering smile distorted the lips of her companion. ”
