And the chambermaid brought me the picture of her beau.Then like the dart of drawing human faces a bird, she flashed to her father's door and opened it.Bluntly little Eve Edgarton looked back upon the odd, haphazard training of her own life.Personally, Eve, he said, I don't care for the young drawing human faces man.Close behind her followed her father, equally shabby, his shapeless pockets fairly bulging with rocks, a battered tin botany kit in one hand, a dingy black camera box in the other.But suppose it was the the people going by, she faltered, who drawing human faces never even dreamed that you were a rose? Suppose it was the Suppose it was Suppose Dejection unspeakable settled suddenly upon her an agonizing sense of youth's futility.That is, Mr.Eh? demanded her drawing human faces father.Edgarton's reluctant attention with some quick question about the extraordinary moonlight, and stood by, grinning like any bashful schoolboy, while Mr.Then, expeditiously, if not fashionably, she began at once to rearrange her tousled hair, and after one single pat to her gown surely the quickest toilet making of that festive evening snatched up a slipper in each hand, crept safely past her drawing human faces father's door, crept safely out at last through her own door into the hall, and still carrying a slipper in each hand, had reached the head of the stairs before a new complexity assailed her.Why, it's a a Pithecolobium.In an absurd flare of drawing human faces disappointment then, he edged his way out through the prattling piazza groups to the shouting tennis players, and on from the shouting tennis players to the teasing golfers, and back from the teasing golfers to the peaceful writing room, where in a great, lazy chair by the open window he settled down once more with unwonted morbidness to brood over the grimly bizarre happenings of the previous night.I was trying to show people that I was a rose, mumbled little Eve Edgarton.It was drawing human faces the first joke, you see, that I ever made.