"Here is an organ.

I will be Saint Cecilia: some one shall paint me as Saint Cecilia.

Jocosa (this was her name for Miss Merry), let down my hair.

See, mamma ?" She had thrown off her hat and gloves, and seated herself before the organ in an admirable pose, looking upward; while the submissive and sad Jocosa took out the one comb which fastened the coil of hair, and then shook out the mass till it fell in a smooth light-brown stream far below its owner's slim waist.
Mrs.Davilow smiled and said, "A charming picture, my dear!" not indifferent to the display of her pet, even in the presence of a housekeeper.

Gwendolen rose and laughed with delight.