Eunice put her nose to it. “I hope it's your cigarettes it smells of,” she said.
“Yes; she doesn't use the weed,” answered Dan.
“Oh, I didn't mean that, exactly,” returned his sister, holding the picture off at arm's length, and viewing it critically with contracted eyes.
Dan could not help laughing. “I don't think it's been near any other cigar-case,” he answered tranquilly.
Minnie looked at it very near to, covering all but the face with her hand. “Dan, she's lovely!” she cried, and Dan's heart leaped into his throat As he gratefully met his sister's eyes.
“You'll like her, Min.”
Eunice took the photograph from her for a second scrutiny. “She's certainly very stylish. Rather a beak of a nose, and a little too bird—like on the whole. But she isn't so bad. Is it like her?” she asked with a glance at her father.
“I might say—after looking,” he replied.
“True! I didn't know but Dan had shown it to you as soon as you met. He seemed to be in such a hurry to let us all know.”
The father said, “I don't think it flatters her,” and he looked at it more carefully. “Not much of her mother there?” he suggested to Dan.