Bessie professed to be very fond of painting; she had 'taken it up' at one time and had abandoned it, only because the oil or turpentine or something was unhealthy for her.

"Of course," she said, "I'm no critic, I only know what I like.

Now that one over there, I like _that_.
I think those ideal heads like that are lovely, don't you, Bandy?
Oh, there's Van!" "Hello!" said Vandover, coming up.

"Where's Ida ?" "Hello, Van!" answered Bessie.

"Ida wouldn't come.