"O, look at Theresa now!" said Nora.

The young lady had brought her muscles into order; and being clever
enough in her merry way, she had taken the look of the character and was
giving it admirably. It was hardly Theresa; her moveable face was
composed to such an expression of simple inquiry and interest and
affectionate concern. The spectators applauded eagerly; but Nora
whispered,

"What does she look like that, for?"

"Why, it's the picture," said Daisy. "But what does she _look_ so for?"

"She is Bassanio's wife--they have just got married; and she looks so
because he looks so, I suppose. She does not know what is in the
letter."

"Is he going to tell her?"

"Not in the picture--" said Daisy, feeling a little amused at Nora's
simplicity. "He did tell her in the story."

"But why don't we have all the story?" insisted Nora.

"O, these are only pictures, you know; that is all; people dressed up to
look like pictures."

"They don't look like pictures a bit, _I_ think," said Nora; "they look
just like people."