You know that it is the duty of art to interpret nature--that is to say, to show to ordinary people those hidden beauties and underlying meanings of common things which they would never be able to find out for themselves; and I think that in the expression on this woman's face the artist has shown forth, in a most wonderful way, the dissatisfaction and bitterness of her heart.

As you look at her face you seem to see right into her soul, and to understand how she was foredoomed by nature and temperament to ask too much of life and to receive too little." "Well, to be sure!" remarked Mrs.Bateson, in an undertone, to her lord and master; "she is a bit like our superintendent's wife, only not so stout.

And what a gown she has got on! I should say that satin is worth five-and-six a yard if it is worth a penny.

And I call it a sin and a shame to have a dirty green parrot sitting on your shoulder when you're wearing satin like that.

If she'd had any sense she'd have fed the animals before she put her best gown on." "I never could abide parrots," joined in Mrs.Hankey; "they smell so." "And as for her looking dissatisfied and all that," continued Mrs.
Bateson, "I for one can't see it.