Daab,
which she, in turn, must fill with beauty of mind and spirit."
"You are the Dolorosa, aren't you?" continued Zoe, turning to Mrs. Daab.
"The sad one with the tears that don't show, from crying on the
inside of you."
It was not until then that this dawned upon Lilly. Those eyes of the
Dolorosa, bleeding tears, were Mrs. Daab's.
"You'll have to paint me as glad--won't you?--glad all over clear from
the inside."
"Yes, Sunlight; I rather think I will."
"Will you permit my husband and me to take you home, Mrs.--"
"Penny."
"Oh, please, Lilly!"
"We live rather far up from here--Ninety-first Street, West."
"And we live at Park Hill; so you see we hardly regard that as far."
They were presently riding through the Park, Zoe facing the three of
them in the soft gray interior of the Daab limousine. She was
absolutely artless.
"I've been in a taxi three times and a hansom once. But I prefer this. I
shall have my own some day--only, purple upholstery instead of
gray--sort of wine color--"
"An early eye to effect, I see, young miss."
"I'm the class beauty," she explained.
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