They were taking the picture bit by bit,
color by color, face by face. There are advantages in this analytical
study, yet there is a chance of losing the spirit of the whole. So Mae
thought and said: "I know that sister now, Edith, better than you ever
will." This was while she was looping up her friend's dress here,
and pulling out a fold there, in that destructive way girls have of
beautifying each other. "See here!"
And down sank Miss Mae on her knees, with her lips curved, and her hands
stretched out imploringly, half-mockingly. No need of words to say:
"Save my brother, behold him. Ah, you cannot do it, your power is boast.
Yet, save him, pray."
"A little more yellow in my hair, some pearls and a pink gown, and you
might have the sister to study in a living model, Edith," laughed Mae,
arising.
Edith and Albert were both struck by Mae's dramatic force, and they
talked of her as they drove to the Vatican. "I wish I understood her
better," said Edith. "I cannot feel as if travel were doing her good.
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