The child leaned her ringletted head against her mother's sleeve, gazing on the picture, and murmured as if fascinated: --The beautiful Mabel Hunter! As if fascinated, her eyes rested long upon those demurely taunting eyes and she murmured devotedly: --Isn't she an exquisite creature? And the boy who came in from the street, stamping crookedly under his stone of coal, heard her words. Well, even as it was, I perhaps might help! "Do you know you've never said a word to me about your school-- I mean the old one; never mentioned it in any way?" He seemed to wonder; he smiled with the same loveliness. He sat again in the front bench of the chapel. --Then, said Stephen, you pass from point to point, led by its formal lines; you apprehend it as balanced part against part within its limits; you feel the rhythm of its structure.