She raised herself and walked to the casement, shading her eyes with her hand, for a red glow struck the single pane and blinded her.
"Before you look," said the Bee-woman, "tell me if you remember that picture of yours which you think the best?"
"Do I remember it?" she repeated, "can I ever forget it? A year of my life has gone into it. The year that I was married."
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"Do you think it worth that year?" said the Bee-woman.
"It could not have been done with less," she said.
"Now look," said the Bee-woman, "and tell me what you see."