The dog's great eyes and long ears, and the child's hat and feathers, were irresistible.
"Nice picture!" was her favourable criticism.
"Well--you may have it," said Graham.
She seemed to hesitate.

The wish to possess was strong, but to accept would be a compromise of dignity.No.She put it down and turned away.
"You won't have it, then, Polly ?" "I would rather not, thank you." "Shall I tell you what I will do with the picture if you refuse it ?" She half turned to listen.
"Cut it into strips for lighting the taper." "No!" "But I shall." "Please--don't." Graham waxed inexorable on hearing the pleading tone; he took the scissors from his mother's work-basket.
"Here goes!" said he, making a menacing flourish.

"Right through Fido's head, and splitting little Harry's nose." "No! _No!_ NO!" "Then come to me.

Come quickly, or it is done." She hesitated, lingered, but complied.
"Now, will you have it ?" he asked, as she stood before him.
"Please." "But I shall want payment." "How much ?" "A kiss." "Give the picture first into my hand." Polly, as she said this, looked rather faithless in her turn.

Graham gave it.