Page 228 - Adventures in shadow-land

old Yankee wood-carver could have accomplished
such a work of art. It looked, also, as if it might,

if it chose, open its lips and speak, but you were
quite certain it never would choose, it was so life­
like and yet so still.

Job had sent to Boston and procured finer colors
than he had ever used before, and laid them on with

a cunning hand. He had painted the sea lady's
robe a pale sea-gTeen ; over it fell her hair— not
yellow with golden lights, but soft flaxen ; the

eyes were blue, and the faintest sea-shell pink
tinged the lips and cheeks. It was altogether the

most beautiful figure-head that any one had ever
seen,

" There 1 I reckon she’s about done,” said job
as he laid down his last brush and stood contem­

plating his work. There was an odd look on the
old man's face, half satisfaction, half dislike.
"S h e ’s a pretty cretur, ain't she?” he said to

Lucy Peabody.
“ Beautiful,” said Lucy, but speaking with a

slight effort,
u Don't you like her?” said Job in a doubtful
tone.