"But are you sure it is clear in every part? Are there no doubtful lines, no unfinished corners any where? I have not altered yet since you saw me—I am just what I was a year ago. Suppose I ask you what I am like now, could you tell me without making a mistake?"
"Try me."
"May I? You shall be put through a complete catechism! I don't tire you sitting on your knee, do I? Well, in the first place, how tall am I when we both stand up side by side?"
"You just reach to my ear."
"Quite right, to begin with. Now for the next question. What does my hair look like in your portrait?"
"It is dark brown—there is a great deal of it—and it grows rather too low on your forehead for the taste of some people—"
"Never mind about 'some people;' does it grow too low for your taste?"
"Certainly not. I like it to grow low; I like all those little natural waves that it makes against your forehead; I like it taken back, as you wear it, in plain bands, which leave your ears and your cheeks visible; and above all things, I like that big glossy knot that it makes where it is all gathered up together at the back of your head."
"Oh, Lenny, how well you remember me, so far! Now go a little lower."
"A little lower is down to your eyebrows. They are very nicely shaped eyebrows in my picture—"