“I’ve changed a good deal since then,” she observed, after waiting nervously for some comment.
“You’ve changed much more than Dad.”
“How?”
Curiosity impelled her to cross to Lucy’s side and examine the photograph.
“Your eyes—your mouth.”
“I—I—don’t believe I could explain it,” responded Lucy slowly.
“Mebbe you’d have liked me better as a little girl,” grinned her aunt whimsically.
“I—yes. I’m sure I should have liked you as a little girl.”
The reply piqued Ellen. She bent forward and scrutinized the likeness more critically. The picture was of a child in a low-cut print dress and pantalettes,—a resolute figure, all self-assurance and self-will.