Jane fancied she spied herself among the number.

Con saw the likeness, but not considering it a complimentary one, he whisked over the leaf.

Grace Barrow was unmistakeable.

Her dimpled cushion features, and very intent eyes gazing out of the knolls and dingles, were given without caricature.

Miss Colesworth appeared on the last page, a half-length holding a big key, demure between curls.