Max gave it to her, and Lulu sprang up and bent over her to get a good view of it also.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Isn't she pretty? isn't she perfectly beautiful, and sweet-looking as she can be?" said Max, ignoring the question.
"Yes, she's just lovely; but why don't you say who she is, if you know?"
"She's papa's new wife, the new mamma you are determined to believe is going to be so hateful."
"I'm sure she won't. She does look so sweet, I just love her already!" Gracie said.
Lulu, too proud to retract, yet strongly drawn toward the possessor of so sweet and lovely a countenance as was pictured there, kept silence, gazing intently upon the photograph which Gracie still held.
"Whose is it, Max?" asked the latter.
"Mine I suppose, though papa doesn't say; but we'll find out when he comes."
"Oh, I'm so glad, so glad he's coming soon! Aren't you, Maxie?"