"I am thinking," she said, "of calling it 'What the fairies told her!' Do you like it, Miss Lorraine?"
"So very much, dear. It is intensely life-like. Why, Jean, you ought to try to get it into the Academy."
"I did think of it, and asked Mrs. Gordon if she would mind. She said she would not. Do you think there might be a chance of getting it taken?"
"Certainly," said Colonel Douglas, looking at it intently. "You have surprised me, Jean. You must have made rapid progress with your art. This is something more than a mere portrait. You have treated it so artistically."
"Her surroundings were artistic," said Jean. "I never got the first sight of her out of my mind. It burnt itself into my brain, and I determined to reproduce it, if possible. I am glad you like it. I love to look at it myself, for it gives me Sunnie, and I am sure there isn't another child like her in the whole world!"
"Let it stay there, Jean," said Miss Lorraine. "I shall enjoy looking at it."
Jean slipped out of the room soon after this, leaving the Colonel and the invalid to talk together, and though Miss Lorraine was rather tired after the interview, she was none the worse for it.
The next day Jean brought her a letter to read.
"As you have seen what Sunnie is like, I thought you might be interested in her letter."
Miss Lorraine took it and read: