This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ... is your legal guardian why was it necessary for him to haul you off by the hair of your head, half-dressed, and with nothing to eat or drink?" "No doubt it seemed to him easier. My feelings did not matter." Deane regarded her thoughtfully, then rose to his feet. "If you will wait here," said he, "I will go and catch you a nice, motherly maid, who will help you to fool this animal!" He walked across to the road and there waited until there came along a well-appearing woman, carrying a basket of eggs. Having explained to her the nature of the services required, she readily consented and followed the artist to. where the Countess was waiting. "Here is your maid," said Deane. "While you are undergoing your transformation I shall catch a few winks. If I am asleep when you return, wake me, please." He flung himself upon the moss, but the Countess interfered. "You must not lie there," said she, "you will catch cold." With a quick movement she slipped off the ulster which she had been wearing, and stood before him in the long, pale, azure Empire gown. "Lie on this coat," said she, spreading it upon the ground. The artist obeyed. The Countess then covered him carefully with the other ulster, and stepping back surveyed him with a smile. Deane had never conceived so ravishing a picture as was made by the girl who stood smiling against the background of plushy green. The quaint old gown, with its open neck, and sleeves which stopped between the shoulder and elbow, contrasted charmingly in its cool, pale tints with the warm, ruddy coloring of the girl's rich hair and creamy skin, and to the fascinated eyes of the artist she seemed like a dryad just freed from one of the neighboring1 tr...