i94 SWALLOW BROW 



" O swallow," wept the child. " O litde, 

 litde swallow." 



Her heart still murmured with sadness 

 as she went down the path towards home, 

 past Great-uncle Sufford and a strange 

 man, both painting at their easels. Jo 

 wanted to look at his picture, but she 

 thought that he might think her rude. At 

 first he frightened her when he jumped 

 up and exclaimed, " Oh, let me sketch 

 your head, litde lady. Beautiful, glorious ! " 

 speaking rapidly to himself, " such an 

 angle, and glorious uplift! " But his eyes 

 looked kind, and already she liked him. 

 And Great-uncle Sufford was laughing. 



"Don't be frightened," he said, "but 

 just let Mr. Norman sketch your forehead. 

 My child, I have only just noticed it. You 

 have the most perfect brows I have ever 

 seen, blue-black like a swallow wing, and 

 such an angle! Norman, you must make 

 your picture worthy of Jo." 



So she stood before him, smiling and 



