"Well, their gowns are lovely," said Sprite, "but didn't they use to have just horrid names?"
"My mamma says those names are 'quaint,'" Gwen replied, "but come and see this portrait of a little girl. Guess who that is?"
"Oh, how could I?" said Sprite, "I've never known your people."
Gwen moved along until she stood close beside her, then she looked straight into Sprite Seaford's eyes, and nodding as she spoke, and shaking her forefinger, she said in a whisper:
"That's a portrait of me!"
"Why—ee!" exclaimed Sprite.
"That is a picture of me!" declared Gwen. "Do you dare to say it doesn't look like me?"
Gwen's eyes were flashing, but the sea captain's little daughter was no coward.
"Of course I dare," she said, "for your eyes are blue, and your hair is light, while the little girl in the picture has brown eyes, and brown curling hair."
"How do you know that my hair hasn't been that color, some time or other?" Gwen asked sharply.