"Not in the least," answered the General, who really knew nothing about it, for May had monopolized the photograph and he had not had as much as a glance at it.
"She looks like a little fairy godmother, doesn't she?" said May, passing the photograph to her uncle.
The General put on his glasses and looked at the photograph.
"What a resemblance!" he cried.
"To whom?" May asked, running to his side.
"To my mother."
"It is our Aunt Celia Linn who lives at Hazelnook where Ga—where Brown is."
The General became reflective. "I think I met Miss Celia Linn in my youth," he said, at length, "when she was a young girl, but I didn't notice the resemblance then and I cannot recall her face."
This was not strange; the General in his youth had studiously avoided looking at young girls long enough to impress their features upon his memory.
"Wouldn't you like to have her on your desk? She is so pretty and looks so much like your mother," said May, thinking her suggestion would please the General.