understand only dimly if at all, we embrace identities

repeated too often. Alfred decided to take a bust of Kaela as well

as of her mother. They sat to him accordingly, and saw how he

moulded and formed the soft clay with his fingers.

"I suppose it is only on our account that you perform this

common-place work yourself, instead of leaving it to your servant to

do all that sticking together."

"It is really necessary that I should mould the clay myself," he

"Ah, yes, you are always so polite," said mamma, with a smile; and