held it under his nose. He turned his head aside as in chagrin and mortification, and she impulsively kissed his velvety bulging forehead.

‘‘s a Loolie, ‘s a little Loozie! Look at his portrait, darling, look at his portrait, that his mother has done of him.’ She looked at her paper and chuckled. Then, kissing the dog once more, she rose and came gravely to Gudrun, offering her the paper.

It was a grotesque little diagram of a grotesque little animal, so wicked and so comical, a slow smile came over Gudrun’s face, unconsciously. And at her side Winifred chuckled with glee, and said:

‘It isn’t like him, is it? He’s much lovelier than that. He’s SO beautiful-mmm, Looloo, my sweet darling.