- ested attention of a bumble-bee, picked
up the stool, and then allowed himself a look at the canvas. The girl, having deftly repaired imaginary injury to her hair and accepted the recovered paint-brush, shot little curious glances at him.
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What she saw could scarcely have
been displeasing. He was tall, erect,
broad of shoulder, and deep of chest.
Despite the fact that it was as yet but
the last week of April, his skin was
tanned to a becoming shade of brown.
He was a good-looking chap, although
his features boasted no great regularity.
Perhaps his mouth, scarcely hidden
by a closely trimmed brown moustache,
and his eyes, grayish blue,
honest and kindly, were accountable
for his attractiveness. The eyes had
a whimsical twinkle within them, even
when the mouth was grave, that gave
