She posed herself," Mrs.Bell added unconsciously.
It was a cabinet photograph of a girl whose eyes looked definitely out of it, dark, large, well shaded, full of a desire to be beautiful at once expressed and fulfilled.
The nose was a trifle heavily blocked, but the mouth had sensitiveness and charm.

There was a heaviness in the chin, too, but the free springing curve of the neck contradicted that, and the symmetry of the face defied analysis.

It was turned a little to one side, wistfully; the pose and the expression suited each other perfectly.
"_Full_ of soul!" responded Miss Kimpsey.

"She takes awfully well, doesn't she! It reminds me--it reminds me of pictures I've seen of Rachel, the actress, really it does." "I'm afraid Elfrida has no talent _that_ way." Mrs.
Bell's accent was quite one of regret.
"She seems completely wrapped up in her painting just now," said Miss Kimpsey, with her eyes still on the photograph.
"Yes; I often wonder what her career will be, and sometimes it comes home to me that it must be art.

The child can't help it--she gets it straight from me.