“Yes, I guess it’s me,” she sighed, coming out of her trance, “for there’s my horrid little snub nose!”
“A very interesting nose,” replied the artist. “Not classic, perhaps, but human. And put there, I fancy, for a good purpose.”
“What?” asked Harry.
“To keep you from getting over-vain,” was the response. “Ah, here come your squires.”
The Pup came chugging alongside and Dick gave a hail. Harry and Mr. Cole went to the railing.
“Come aboard,” cried the artist. “Hitch your steed and come up, and let’s have your judgment on the picture.”
A moment later they were all clustered about the canvas, emitting various exclamations of admiration. It was Chub who finally summed up the sentiments of the three in one terse sentence.
“It’s a James Dandy!” he said emphatically.
“Do you think—it looks much like me?” asked Harry with elaborate carelessness. Chub grinned at her.
“Well, it’s got your nose,” he answered.