Her Mother (cautiously). I imagine so. (She refers to Catalogue.) Oh! I see it's a Tadema, so of course it's marble. He's the great man for it, you know!
First Painter (who had nothing ready to send in this year). H'm, yes. Can't say I care about the way he's placed his azalea. I should have kept it more to the left, myself.
Second Painter (who sent in, but is not exhibiting). Composition wants bringing together, and the colour scheme is a little unfortunate, but—(generously) I shouldn't call it altogether bad.
First Painter (more grudgingly). Oh, you can see what he was trying for—only—well, it's not the way I should have gone about it.
[They pass on tolerantly.
"There, you see—knocks it all to pieces at once!"
The I. Y. P. Can you make this picture out, Mamma? "The Track of the Strayed?" The Strayed what?
Her Mother. Sheep, I should suppose, my dear—but it would have been more satisfactory certainly if the animal had been shown in the picture.
The I. Y. P. Yes, ever so much. Oh, here's a portrait of Mr. Gladstone reading the Lessons in Hawarden Church. I do like that—don't you?