"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. "I didn't care to be that at first--Lilly says it is just a lovely accident and might happen to anyone else. She wanted me to be class president; so I decided to be both." "You will observe that my daughter is not chiefly notable for her reticence." "You come to my studio, little lady, and I am going to paint you just as golden and radiantly innocent as you are." "What is 'radiantly innocent'?" "Good Lord! I don't know any definition of it except--you." "Zoe has no innocence in one sense, Mr. Daab. Her real innocence lies in the fact that life has no ugly secrets from her. She knows the beautiful from the ugly, and why it is so. I think that is what Mr. Daab means by 'radiant innocence,' Zoe.' Fearless knowledge of truth." He whistled softly in the gloom. "Extraordinary!" said Mrs. Daab. "And you are one of us--aren't you, dear?" "For suffrage? Oh yes; and I am going to be a real one when I grow up." "What else are you going to be?" "A singer." "You said that as if you meant it." "I do. I've already heard nine operas. I am allowed to be anything I want so long as I get to the biggest--the very biggest!" "Are you studying?" "I've had piano lessons for five years." "I'm looking about now for a vocal teacher for her. She may be too young, but at least I want her voice tried. I--we think she has quite an amazing range." "Have you tried Trieste?" "Oh, I haven't dared contemplate anyone so inaccessible as he." Mrs. Daab turned her head. "Gedney," she said, "couldn't you give her a note to Trieste?" "Good!" he said, feeling for a card and scrawling across its face. "This will pass you directly to his nibs." "You couldn't have granted us a bigger favor," said Lilly, feeling her face glow. "Then you grant me one. Bring your little girl to my Fifty-ninth Street studio. I want to paint her." "Indeed I will!" "When?" "Saturday afternoon is our only time." "Fine. To-day two weeks?" "Yes." They Were at Ninety-first Street now, and he saw them up to their door. "Good-by," he said. "You're a great youngster, and you've picked a great little mother for yourself. Mrs. Daab and I want you both at the studio often." Up in their room, they embraced, Zoe's arms tight about her mother's neck.