It showed the latter not a beautiful face, but a pretty one with a touch of honesty and pride that made her charming.
"Well, as soon as I got that picture," said Bill Gregg, as he took back the locket, "I sure got excited.

Looked to me like that girl was made for me.

A lot finer than I could ever be, you see, but simple; no fancy frills, no raving beauty, maybe, but darned easy to look at.
"First thing I done I went in and got a copy of my face made and rushed it right back at her and then--" He stopped dolefully.

"What d'you think, Ronicky ?" "I dunno," said Ronicky; "what happened then ?" "Nothing, not a thing.

Not a word came back from her to answer that letter I'd sent along." "Maybe you didn't look rich enough to suit her, Bill." "I thought that, and I thought it was my ugly face that might of made her change her mind.