"She is really
the dearest and most precious! Are you going to let La Franz paint her?"
"No." Julia's motherly pride showed only in a sudden brightness in her
blue eyes. "And I hope no one will tell her that he asked! Even at ten,
Bab, they are quite sufficiently aware of admiration. She had on a sort
of greeny-yallery velvet gown the day we met him, and really she was
quite toothsome, if you ask an unprejudiced observer. But Jim and I were
wondering if it's wise to make her _quite_ so picturesque!"
"You can't help it," Barbara said. "She's just as lovely in a Holland
pinny, or a nightie, or a bathing suit! I declare she was too lovely on
the sands last year, with her straw-coloured hair, and a straw-coloured
hat, and her pink cheeks matching a pink apron! She's going to be
prettier than you are, Ju!"
"Well, at that she won't set the Thames afire!" Julia smiled.
"I don't know! You ought to be an absolutely happy woman, Julie."
Julia settled the baby's head more comfortably against her arm, and
raised earnest eyes.
"Is any one, Bab? Are you?"
"Well, yes, I think I am!" Lady Curriel said thoughtfully.
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