“How do you like my picture, Phil?” “It seems a very dull one,” said Phil, with a grimace. “Oh, but I’ve left out the transforming thing,” said Anne softly. “There’ll be love there, Phil – faithful, tender love, such as I’ll never find anywhere else in the world – love that’s waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn’t it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?”
