"Do come back and look at the pictures," begged Adela, pulling Polly's
arm again after a minute or two.
"Oh, don't!" exclaimed Polly, under her breath. "Oh, she's _so_
beautiful, Adela!"
"Well, it's much better to see the pictures," said Adela. "And then we
can come here again to-morrow."
"Oh, I haven't seen this half enough," began Polly, "and I've wanted to
for so long." Then she glanced at Adela's face. "Well, all right," she
said, and turned off, to come directly into the path of Grandpapa, with
Phronsie clinging to his hand, and the rest of his part of the "family"
standing in silent admiration.
"We thought we'd come here first," said old Mr. King. "I don't mean to
see anything else to-day. The Venus de Milo is quite enough for me.
To-morrow, now, we'll drop in again, and look at some of the pictures."
"There is beauty enough in that statue," said a lady, who just passed
them, to the gentleman with her, "to satisfy any one; but living beauty
after all is most appealing. Just look at that child's face, Edward."
They were guilty of standing in a niche at a little remove, and
studying Phronsie with keen, critical eyes.
"It's a wonderful type of beauty," said Edward; "yellow hair and brown
eyes,--and such features."
"I don't care about the features," said the lady, "it's the expression;
the child hasn't a thought of herself, and that's wonderful to begin
with.
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