He might have thought otherwise had he seen her in her studio half an hour later, with the colour all faded, striving miserably to resume her painting at the point where she had left it off.
Her good father, meanwhile, naturally put out, continued his meditations.
"A most vexing child--no support to me at all.

On the contrary, an embarrassment.

I might have guessed she would cut up rough.

Yet I do so long for a little sympathy.

Wonder if I shall get any from my dear cousin Eva some fine day?
Hum.