But you must tell me if you think it good enough." Jean took the miniature and looked at the pictured face, a laughing boy's face, fresh-coloured, frank, with flaxen hair falling over a broad brow.
When, after a minute, she handed it back she assured Pamela that the likeness was wonderful.
"She has caught it exactly, that look in his eyes as if he were telling you it was 'fair time of day' with him.

Oh, dear Duncan! It's fair time of day with him now, I am sure, wherever he is....

He was twenty-two when he fell three years ago....

You've often heard Mrs.Macdonald speak of her sons.

Duncan was the youngest by a lot of years--the baby.