"And I am already twenty! I shall never catch up to her in four years.

Oh, you have made me so unhappy! I thought she must be _quite_ old--forty perhaps.

I was prepared to venerate her.

But twenty-four and good eyebrows! It is too much." Kendal laughed.

"Oh, I say!" he exclaimed, jumping up and bringing a journal from the other side of the room, "if you're going in for art criticism, here's something! Do you see the _Decade ?_ The _Decade's_ article on the pictures in last week's number fairly brought me back to town." He held his brush between his teeth and found the place for her.