That lofty wall and ceiling sheathed;
Heavy the perfumed air she breathed.
“Sumptuous sense of costly cheer
Pervaded the soft atmosphere,
As if charmed walls had shut it in
From all the wild world’s noisy din.”
Alva watched with delight Floy’s keen appreciation of everything, as she wandered from picture to picture, drinking in their beauty with eager, appreciative eyes.
“She has a cultured soul, this lovely wild flower. I shall never be bored by her, no matter how much we are thrown together,” thought Alva, gladly.
Then she drew the covering from her latest work and directed Floy to look at it.
The girl approached, and the first sight of the painting charmed her, it was so life-like—the dancing youths and maidens were so natural, the woods and water so perfect.