The roguish eyes of the prima donna receded and vanished and slate-blue ones replaced them.
The odd part of it was, he could not dissipate the fancied eyes for the replacement of the actual.

Patti, with slate-blue eyes! He discarded the photograph and selected another.

He began the game anew and was just beginning the attack on the problem uppermost in his mind when the phenomenon occurred again.

Kitty's eyes! What infernal nonsense! Kitty had served merely to enliven his tender recollections of her mother.

Twenty-four and fifty-two.