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WHAT Dilly saw growing before her astonished eyes was the picture of a little boy. Just a few dashes of the crayon, made quite at random it seemed to her, and there he was; as sweet and pure a boyish face as could have been imagined. Dilly, looking earnestly, suddenly turned and gave such a bewildered, yet delighted, gaze into the face of the young gentleman beside her, that he was seized with a desire to know her thought.
"What now? What does that handsome little chap say to you?"