Here is one that would be pretty, if the face were rounded out; and here is a child--Heaven help it!--that was designed to be beautiful, but want and unfavorable circumstances have pinched and cramped it." It was at this point in the artist's soliloquy that, in turning the corner of a street, he came upon Peg and Ida.
The artist looked earnestly at the child's face, and his own lighted up with sudden pleasure, as one who stumbles upon success just as he had begun to despair of it.
"The very face I have been looking for!" he exclaimed to himself.

"My flower girl is found at last." He turned round, and followed Ida and her companion.

Both stopped at a shop window to examine some articles which were on exhibition there.
"It is precisely the face I want," he murmured.

"Nothing could be more appropriate or charming.

With that face the success of the picture is assured." The artist's inference that Peg was Ida's attendant was natural, since the child was dressed in a style quite superior to her companion.