"So you don't like my photograph!" said Chris.
"Why do you say that?"
"I could see you didn't. What's the matter with it? Isn't it pretty enough? It's just like me."
"Yes, it's just like you," Mordaunt admitted.
"Then you don't like me?" suggested Chris.
He smiled at that. "Yes, I like you very much. But—"
"Well?" said Chris, her deep-sea eyes full of eager curiosity. "Go on, please!"
"Well," he said, "that photograph is not one that I could show to my friends."
"But why not—if it's just like me?"
He took her chin and turned her face gently to the light. "Try again," he said, "without Cinders."