"But you are mistaken.

That is a picture of my sister." "Of your sister!" repeated the salesman, with surprise, half incredulous.
"Yes," persisted Jack.

"She is my sister." "If it is your sister," said the clerk, "you ought to know where she is." Jack was about to reply, when the attention of both was called by a surprised exclamation from a lady who had paused beside them.

Her eyes also were fixed upon the "Flower Girl." "Who is this ?" she asked, in visible excitement.

"Is it taken from life ?" "This young man says it is his sister," said the clerk.
"Your sister ?" repeated the lady, her eyes fixed inquiringly upon Jack.
In her tone there was a mingling both of surprise and disappointment.
"Yes, madam," answered Jack, respectfully.
"Pardon me," she said, "there is very little personal resemblance.