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96 slender figure of the woman in the foreground of the picture. “How very uncomfortable!”

We both laugh; I because Mousmé makes this last remark in such a finite voice, and without any real idea of its naïve truthfulness, and she because to her loose-robed little body such a fashion appears highly ridiculous.

There is evidently something mysterious about this funny custom, which, as Mousmé says, “makes women look as if a dog had bitten a great piece out of them, both sides;” for she says, ere turning over the page:

“Shall I do that when I go with you to England?”

“No, certainly not.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re much prettier as you are.”

Mousmé smiles contentedly, and pats