"Behold and approve." Miss Greeby did behold, but she certainly did not approve, because she was a woman and in love.

It was only a pictured head she saw, but the head was that of a very beautiful girl, whose face smiled from the canvas in a subtle, defiant way, as if aware of its wild loveliness.

The raven hair streamed straightly down to the shoulders--for the bust of the model was slightly indicated--and there, bunched out into curls.

A red and yellow handkerchief was knotted round the brows, and dangling sequins added to its barbaric appearance.

Nose and lips and eyes, and contours, were all perfect, and it really seemed as though the face were idealized, so absolutely did it respond to all canons of beauty.