“O, don’t!” Patty implored. “It really was, Diana.”
“You dear!” I gasped. “I daresay it was. But he was so badly made, I
couldn’t tell.”
She followed me upstairs, utterly bewildered. On the landing above we
encountered a strange sight. The picture--_the_ picture--was already
on its way down from the attics. A groom and maid bore it, and the
oddest creature stood above, superintending its resurrection.
“Gogo!” whispered Patty; “it’s Gogo!”