"This is yours," said the person behind the stall, handing a carte de visite to the impatient lad.
Eddy almost snatched it from her hand, and then, drawing back a few steps, looked at it with angry disappointment, almost tempted to fling it down on the counter in disgust.
"Ugh I what a fright they've made me," growled the youth as he descended the staircase at a slower pace than he had mounted. "I've half a mind to toss it into the fire; but I'll show it first to my aunt, and see what she says of the likeness."
"Is it like?"
About an hour afterwards Eddy entered the parlour of Mrs. Burns.
"Have you brought back your likeness, my dear boy?" was the aunt's first question when she saw him.
"Here it is, aunt; what do you think of it?" said Eddy, seating himself on an easy chair, and drawing the little carte from his pocket. He watched the face of his aunt as she closely examined the picture, and rather wondered at the tender expression in her gentle grey eyes, and the smile which rose to her lips.
"How like it is!" was her first exclamation.
"I'm surprised that you think so," cried Eddy, rather mortified by her words; "I did not fancy myself to be so ugly a dog; but I suppose that no one knows his own face."