Lillyn ran the white handkerchief with little rosebuds in one corner, and the name Abigail, through her fingers. Her eyes glazed, and at first she only saw shadows. As she concentrated, she found she was in a room looking at a big bed with pink and gray coverings. She was humming a tune. She was trying to cheer herself up. All she could think about was wanting to find her mate. She turned from the bed and looked in the mirror attached to her vanity. Lillyn saw that she was not herself. She was a girl that was young and pretty. She had brown hair in a cute bob, and big gray eyes. Her fair skin glowed, and she had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her small rosy lips were set in a sad smile. She looked at her figure in the lacy white sundress. She was slender
