“Why, Matt, you look positively magnificent. I had no idea you were so pretty.”
The girl blushed with pleasure.
The young man worked away for a good hour and a half, at the end of which time he put the finishing touch to the sketch.
“Finis coronat opus!” he cried. “Look, Matt!”
Matt examined the picture with unconcealed delight. It was herself, a little idealized, but quite characteristic, and altogether charming.
“May I take it home?” she asked eagerly.
“I’ll get you to leave it a few days longer. I must get a frame for it, Matt, and then you shall have it all complete. Now, let me look at you again,” he said, taking her by both hands and looking up at her sunny face. “Are you pleased? Will you take care of the picture for the painter’s sake?”
Matt’s answer was embarrassing. She quietly sat down on his knee, and gave him a smacking kiss.
“Matt! Matt!” he cried. “You mustn’t!”