"'And if any painter drew her,
He would paint her unaware,
With the halo round her hair.'
"I dare say you do not understand poetry very well, Miss Alice?"
"No, sir. I s'pose I should if I knew what the words meant."
"Very likely. Is your sister Prudy well? and how do you two contrive to amuse yourselves all the day long?"
"Yes, sir, she's well; and we don't amuse ourselves at all."
"Indeed! But you play, I presume."
"Yes, sir, we do."
"I feel sure you are just such another dear little girl as Prudy is, and it gives me pleasure to know you."
Dotty dropped her head. She was glad her father was too far off to hear this remark.
"Just such another dear little girl as Prudy is!"