In this picture the curve of a half-turned cheek showed plainly, and in the background was visible a hand holding four playing cards, at which the pictured girl was evidently looking.

Sometimes it was a merry Billy with dancing eyes; sometimes a demure Billy with long lashes caressing a flushed cheek.
Sometimes it was a wistful Billy with eyes that looked straight into yours with peculiar appeal.

But always it was--Billy.
"There, I think the tilt of this chin is perfect." It was Bertram speaking.
Billy gave a sudden cry.

Her face whitened.

She stumbled forward.
"No, no, Bertram, you--you didn't mean the--the tilt of the chin," she faltered wildly.
The man turned in amazement.
"Why--Billy!" he stammered.