"Emmie's younger still."
Mrs. Gano smiled and shook her head enigmatically.
"Young, and more interested in people, as yet, than in ideas."
"That has a very poor sound—like the personal column of a newspaper."
"Oh, it's natural enough. The walls of your own room tell the same story—all faces."
"Yes, but to hang up in your bedroom, what else is there?"
Mrs. Gano smiled, and then half whimsically:
"I don't say there's any special advantage in it, but I've always had a liking for the 'flower pieces' we painted in our youth, and for landscapes and marine views."
"Oh, those—"
"Exactly!" and the older woman laughed outright.