Do ask him to rub it out, my lady!" "Why, Grace, we were all just wishing to have a likeness of you.

Every one has their picture taken for a remembrance." "The saints and martyrs never had theirs, as far as I ever heard, and yet they are not forgotten yet.

I know it is the way of great people like you.

I saw your picture once, in a book Miss Heale had; and did not wonder, when I saw it, that people wished to remember such a face as yours: and since I have seen you, I wonder still less." "My picture?
where ?" "In a book--'The Book of Beauty,' I believe they called it." "My dear Grace," said Valencia, laughing and blushing, "if you ever looked in your glass, you must know that you are quite as worthy of a place in 'The Book of Beauty' as I am." Grace shook her head with a serious smile.

"Every one in their place, madam.