It is nothing but two or three little dabs, but that is the way she looked at a distance.
Around on this side is the corner of the yard where the bear tried to eat up the tire of your bicycle." I gazed and gazed at the little light-colored spot in the portico.

I gave it form, light, feeling.

I could see perfect features, blue eyes which looked out at me, a form of simple grace.
[Illustration: "'I HELD THAT PICTURE A GOOD WHILE'"] I held that picture a good while, saying little, and scarcely listening to Miss Willoughby's words.

At last I felt obliged to replace it in the portfolio.

If the artist had been a poor girl, I would have offered to buy it; if I had known her better, I would have asked her to give it to me; but I could do nothing but put it back.
Glancing at the clock I saw that it was time for me to go, but when I announced this fact the ladies very much demurred.