"How droll!"
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Gedney Daab looked down at her ardent artlessness without a burst of laughter.
"Oh, as little girls go."
"Zoe knows God has merely given her a fair urn of a body, Mr. Daab, which she, in turn, must fill with beauty of mind and spirit."
"You are the Dolorosa, aren't you?" continued Zoe, turning to Mrs. Daab. "The sad one with the tears that don't show, from crying on the inside of you."
It was not until then that this dawned upon Lilly. Those eyes of the
Dolorosa, bleeding tears, were Mrs. Daab's.
"You'll have to paint me as glad—won't you?—glad all over clear from the inside."
"Yes, Sunlight; I rather think I will."
"Will you permit my husband and me to take you home, Mrs.—"