The parson folded his arms and drew in long breaths of delight. "It's worth fifty journeys over the ocean to once see that, Sarah," he said.
"Do come back and look at the pictures," begged Adela, pulling Polly's arm again after a minute or two.
"Oh, don't!" exclaimed Polly, under her breath. "Oh, she's so beautiful, Adela!"
"Well, it's much better to see the pictures," said Adela. "And then we can come here again to-morrow."
"Oh, I haven't seen this half enough," began Polly, "and I've wanted to for so long." Then she glanced at Adela's face. "Well, all right," she said, and turned off, to come directly into the path of Grandpapa, with Phronsie clinging to his hand, and the rest of his part of the "family" standing in silent admiration.
"We thought we'd come here first," said old Mr. King. "I don't mean to see anything else to-day. The Venus de Milo is quite enough for me. To-morrow, now, we'll drop in again, and look at some of the pictures."
"There is beauty enough in that statue," said a lady, who just passed them, to the gentleman with her, "to satisfy any one; but living beauty after all is most appealing. Just look at that child's face, Edward."
They were guilty of standing in a niche at a little remove, and studying Phronsie with keen, critical eyes.
"It's a wonderful type of beauty," said Edward; "yellow hair and brown eyes,—and such features."
"I don't care about the features," said the lady, "it's the expression; the child hasn't a thought of herself, and that's wonderful to begin with."