An express train was dashing along a line of rails in the heart of England. Onone of the first-class carriages there had been a board, bearing the intimation'For Ladies Only,' but the guard took it off when the train first started. Ithad come many miles since. Seated inside, the only passenger in thatcompartment, was a little girl in deep mourning. All was black about her savethe white frills of her drawers, which peeped below her short, black, flouncedfrock. A thoughtful, gentle child, with a smooth, pale forehead, earnest eyes,and long, dark eyelashes