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"Jealous, indeed!" exclaimed Hilda. "If Guido had not wrought through

me, my pains would have been thrown away."

"After all," resumed Miriam, "if a woman had painted the original

picture, there might have been something in it which we miss now. I

have a great mind to undertake a copy myself; and try to give it what

it lacks. Well; goodby. But, stay! I am going for a little airing to

the grounds of the Villa Borghese this afternoon. You will think it very

foolish, but I always feel the safer in your company, Hilda, slender

little maiden as you are. Will you come?"

"Ah, not to-day, dearest Miriam," she replied; "I have set my heart on

giving another touch or two to this picture, and shall not stir abroad

till nearly sunset."

"Farewell, then," said her visitor. "I leave you in your dove-cote. What

a sweet, strange life you lead here; conversing with the souls of the

old masters, feeding and fondling your sister doves, and trimming the

Virgin's lamp! Hilda, do you ever pray to the Virgin while you tend her

shrine?"

"Sometimes I have been moved to do so," replied the Dove, blushing,

and lowering her eyes; "she was a woman once. Do you think it would be

wrong?"

"Nay, that is for you to judge," said Miriam; "but when you pray next,

dear friend, remember me!"

She went down the long descent of the lower staircase, and just as she

reached the street the flock of doves again took their hurried flight

from the pavement to the topmost window. She threw her eyes upward

and beheld them hovering about Hilda's head; for, after her friend's

departure, the girl had been more impressed than before by something

very sad and troubled in her manner. She was, therefore, leaning forth

from her airy abode, and flinging down a kind, maidenly kiss, and a

gesture of farewell, in the hope that these might alight upon Miriam's

heart, and comfort its unknown sorrow a little. Kenyon the sculptor, who

chanced to be passing the head of the street, took note of that ethereal

kiss, and wished that he could have caught it in the air and got Hilda's

leave to keep it.